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A SHORT Epigrammatic Dialogue

Between A Passenger and a Turtle-Dove.

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Written Originally in French.

Passenger.
Why, pretty Turtle, dost thou mourn
Within this shady Grove?

Dove.
I've lost, alas! my faithful Mate,
The Partner of my Love.

Passenger.
An't you afraid the Fowler's Hand
Your Blood, like Her's, should spill?

Dove.
Oh! no: For, if he kills me not,
Incessant Sorrow will.