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Rh When he sits upon his steed,

Mars must yield for strength and speed;

Here and there, and to and fro,

Like a Centaur, see, they go:

Yet I love him not—and I

Know full well the reason why!

Witty, wise and honor'd, too;

Tasteful, learned, thro' and thro';

Calm, courageous, just, urbane;

Courteous, aye! without a stain:

Yet I love him not—and I

Know full well the reason why!

When he smiles, delight is nigh;

Joy salutes him, passing by;

Pleasure in his steps is treading,

And his friendship, 'tis an Eden:

Yet I love him not—for I

Heard him call me false—that's why!