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Slander answer'd.
Love is still my Fair one's due,Granting Slander to be true:
Tho' she may be poor, nor yet
A Belle a Beauty or a Wit;
Sweetness, Passion, Truth be there:
Those endowments I can spare:
Breeding teaches Damsels sly
Deep to feign and well to lye:
Gold that does to Falsehood move,
Gold the Murtherer of Love:
Beauty mixt with Pride's allay,
Glitt'ring Idol of a day:
Wit, which few can well command,
Dang'rous in a Woman's hand:
Let their Loves genteel appear,
Mine can please me if sincere:
Humble mine by all allow'd,
Their's be beautiful and proud:
Their's be Wits for Empire trying,
Mine be silent and complying:
Love with Treasure let them buy,
Rich be they and happy I:
To their Idols let them fall;
Love is mine, and Love is all.
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