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86 And if the verse flow free and fast, Till even the poet is aghast, A touching Valentine at last
 * The post shall carry,

When thirteen days are gone and past
 * Of February.

Farewell, dear friend, and when we meet, In desert waste or crowded street, Perhaps before this week shall fleet,
 * Perhaps to-morrow,

I trust to find your heart the seat
 * Of wasting sorrow.