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THE BELLE'S CONSOLATION.
FROM THE SAME.
Is he false? then I am free!
I pledged my troth to Taste and Sense;
Since these he's lost, he'll e'en lose me;
So tell him, girl, and bid him hence!
I pledged my troth to Taste and Sense;
Since these he's lost, he'll e'en lose me;
So tell him, girl, and bid him hence!
Ne'er heart of mine shall break for Love;
Come, Wealth! and woo a willing bride!
I'll treat the truant like my glove,
Too easy grown—'tis thrown aside,—
Come, Wealth! and woo a willing bride!
I'll treat the truant like my glove,
Too easy grown—'tis thrown aside,—
I throw it by, and buy another;
If loose that sets—I set it free;
Cupid no more my heart shall bother,
For Wealth can win as well as he.
If loose that sets—I set it free;
Cupid no more my heart shall bother,
For Wealth can win as well as he.
Is he false? then I am free!
He vowed he followed Beauty's banners;
Since these he's lost in losing me,
Heaven help the youth—and mend his manners!
He vowed he followed Beauty's banners;
Since these he's lost in losing me,
Heaven help the youth—and mend his manners!
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