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[Too late, alas! I must confess]

Too late, alas! I must confess
You need no Arts to move me:
Such Charms by Nature you posses,
'Twere madness not to love you.
Then spare a Heart you may surprise,
And give my Tongue the Glory
To boast, tho' my unfaithful Eyes
Betray a kinder Story.