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44 Or sparkles black, or mildly throws

A beam from under hazel brows!

How quick we credit every oath,

And hear her plight the willing troth!

Fondly we hope 'twill last for ay,

When, lo! she changes in a day.

This record will for ever stand,

"Woman, thy vows are trac'd in sand."