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Rh My falt'ring Tongue in vain for Utt'rance try'd, Faint was my Voice, my Thoughts abortive dy'd, Or in weak Sounds and broken Accents came Imperfect, as Discourses in a Dream.
 * Tell, for you know the Burthen of my Heart,
 * Its killing Anguish, and its secret Smart.

Soon she divin'd what this Confusion meant, And guess'd with Ease the Cause of my Complaint: My Tongue emboldning as her Looks were mild, At length I told my GriefsAnd still she smil'd. O Siren, Siren! fair Deluder, say Why would you tempt to trust, and then betray? So faithless now, why gave you Hopes before? Alas! you shou'd have been less kind, or more.
 * Tell, for you know the Burthen of my Heart,
 * Its killing Anguish, and its secret Smart.

Secure of Innocence, I seek to know From whence this Change, and my Misfortunes grow; Rumour is loud, and every voice proclaims Her violated Faith, and conscious Flames. Can this be true? Ah flattering Mischief, speak; Can you make Vows, and in a Moment break? And can the Space so very narrow be Betwixt a Woman's Oath, and Perjury? O Jealousie! All other Ills at first My Love essay'd, but thou are sure the worst!
 * Tell, for you know the Burthen of my Heart,
 * Its killing Anguish, and its secret Smart.

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