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 O heaven! not long—not long, may I

For this, my distant maiden, sigh!

"Sigh not—it is enough for thee

To rest on my fidelity."

weak and mistress strong,

Then be sure the house goes wrong;

Where the mistress master rules,

One's a fool, or—both are fools.

the water leaves the haven,

the black deserts the raven,

Then a crafty wife, I guess,

Will be cured of craftiness.

maiden! let love and let pleasure attend thee,

And joy hover round—and affection defend thee: