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MADAM! NO!
Madam, no! and leave thy wiles:
Though I own thee fair,
I in truth mistrust the smiles
That any fool may share.
Though I own thee fair,
I in truth mistrust the smiles
That any fool may share.
I must quit, despite thy charms
(Truly they are rare),
But those all-embracing arms
Can not detain me there.
(Truly they are rare),
But those all-embracing arms
Can not detain me there.
Madam, no! my heart may yearn;
Love indeed could wait—
Cared I but to take my turn
With those who crowd thy gate.
Love indeed could wait—
Cared I but to take my turn
With those who crowd thy gate.
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