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Since thus in happy careless youth thou wert Dearest and nearest to my simple heart. This is thy rest, then, and the quiet sleep That should restore thy health: thou giv'st these hours To the caressing of a minion's image Which to a faithful husband are denied. Oh, oh! they but on morning vapour tread, Who ground their happiness on woman's faith. Ha! was it jealousy so much disturb'd thee? If this be so, we shall be happy still. The love I bear the dead, dear though it be, Surely does thee no wrong.

No, artful woman! give it to my hand. (Snatching at the picture.) That is the image of a living gallant.

O would it were! (Gives it to him, and he,