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The Reconcilement.
Be gone, ye Sighs! be gone, ye Tears!Be gone, ye Jealousies and Fears.
Celinda swears she never lov'd,
Celinda swears none ever mov'd
Her Heart, but I; if this be true,
Shall I keep company with you?
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She said as much to him before?
What though I saw him in her Bed?
I'll trust not what I saw, but what she said.
Curse on the Prudent and the Wise,
Who ne'er believe such pleasing Lyes:
I grant she only does deceive;
I grant 'tis Folly to believe;
But by this Folly I vast Pleasures gain,
While you with all your Wisdom live in Pain.
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