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 For though your tongue no promise claim'd,

Your charms would make me true.

To you no soul should bear deceit,

No stranger offer wrong:

But friends in all the aged you'll meet,

And lovers in the young.

But when they learn that you have bless'd,

Another with your heart;

They'll bid aspiring passion rest,

And act a brother's part.

Then, Lady, dread not their deceit,

Nor fear to suffer wrong;

For friends in all the aged yon'll meet,

And lovers in the young.

It is not so-is not so-

The worid may think me gay,

And on my cheek the ready smile

May ceaseless seem to play;