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, out upon this smiling, No smile shall meet his sight; And a word of gay reviling Is all he'll hear to-night, For he'll hold my smiles too lightly, If he always sees me smile; He'll think they shine more brightly When I have frowned awhile.

'Tis not kindness keeps a lover, He must feel the chain he wears; All the sweet enchantment's over, When he has no anxious cares. The heart would seem too common, If he thought that heart his own; Ah! the empire of a woman Is still in the unknown.

Let change without a reason, Make him never feel secure; For it is an April season That a lover must endure. They are all of them so faithless, Their torment is your gain; Would you keep your own heart scathless, Be the one to give the pain.