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They call you wicked, if to fame you're known, And an intriguer, if you live alone; Trust me, though you were Khizer or Elias, 'Tis best to know none, and of none be known.

Yes! here am I with wine and feres again! I did repent, but, ah! 'twas all in vain; Preach not to me of Noah and his flood, But pour a flood of wine to drown my pain!

For union with my love I sigh in vain, The pangs of absence I can scarce sustain, My grief I dare not tell to any friend; trouble strange, sweet passion, bitter pain!