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Rh But thou deserv'st a better heart,

Than they or I can give for thine.

7.

For thee, and such as thee, behold,

Is Fortune painted truly—blind!

Who doomed thee to be bought or sold,

Has proved too bounteous to be kind.

8.

Each day some tempter's crafty suit

Would woo thee to a loveless bed:

I see thee to the altar's foot

A decorated victim led.

9.

Adieu, dear maid! I must not speak

Whate'er my secret thoughts may be;

Though thou art all that man can seek

I dare not talk of Love to thee.

STANZAS FOR MUSIC.

not, I trace not, I breathe not thy name,

There is grief in the sound, there is guilt in the fame: