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TO CATHERINE.
I'll love thee as long as I live,
Whate'er thy condition may be,
All else but my life would I give,
That thou wast as partial to me.
Whate'er thy condition may be,
All else but my life would I give,
That thou wast as partial to me.
I love thee because thou art fair,
And fancy no other beside,
I languish thy pleasures to share,
Whatever my life may betide.
And fancy no other beside,
I languish thy pleasures to share,
Whatever my life may betide.
I'll love thee when youth's vital beam
Grows dim in the visage of cares,
And trace back in time's rapid stream,
Thy beauty when sinking in years.
Grows dim in the visage of cares,
And trace back in time's rapid stream,
Thy beauty when sinking in years.
Though nature no longer is gay
With blooms which the simple adore;
Let virtue forbid me to say
That Catherine is lovely no more.
With blooms which the simple adore;
Let virtue forbid me to say
That Catherine is lovely no more.
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