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Rh In vain with friendship's flatt'ring name Thy passion masks its inward shame;

Once, I remember, tir'd of Love, I spurn'd his hard, tyrannic chain, Yet won the haughty fair to prove What sober joys in friendship reign. No more I sigh'd, complain'd, or swore; The nymph's coy arts appear'd no more,

Well-pleas'd we pass'd the chearful day, The unreserv'd discourse resign'd, And I inchanted to survey One gen'rous woman's real mind: But soon I wonder'd what possess'd Each wakeful night my anxious breast;

Fool