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, that I felt so gay, Strange, that I tried to-day To beguile her melancholy; The Sultan, as we name him,— She did not wish to blame him— But he vext her and perplext her With his worldly talk and folly: Was it gentle to reprove her For stealing out of view From a little lazy lover Who but claims her as his due? Or for chilling his caresses By the coldness of her manners,