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141 In telling his love ? why, 'tis not simple telling, 'tis dissertation, 'tis analysis !

How is he with the pen ?

Still better ! Listen, - here : -

' The more of my poor heart you take The larger grows my heart ! '

How like you those lines ?

Pooh!

And thus it goes on ... ' And, since some target I must show For Cupid's cruel dart, Oh, if mine own you deign to keep, Then give me your sweet heart !

Lord ! first he has too much, then anon not enough ! How much heart does the fellow want ?

You would vex a saint ! . . . But 'tis your jealousy

What mean you ?