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 But the jade being wanton, She must needs play the whore, So eagerly that was her fame, Then I solemnly swore, I would love her no more. But laugh at her folly and shame.

But blest be the hour, That first gave her power, Of Cupid, that little blind boy, Though I cannot deny, Sometimes by the bye. All the pleasures of love I enjoy’d.