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Such is, dear girl, my tenderness, Naught can its equal be! If thou a dowry didst possess The charms to rival of thy face, I would marry thee. Thou wert my bliss, my star, my all! So kind and fair to see; And me thy consort to instal, At once for witness Heaven I call, I would marry thee. Thou dost adore me? yes, and I, Thy love so raptures me, If thou wouldst not so anxious try To know my pay, and what I buy, I would marry thee.