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 I say but this: as we went up I heard the Monthly give a sniff And 'if the big dog makes the pup—' She murmured—then repeated 'if!' The caudle on a slab was placed; She snuffed it, snorting loud and long; I fled—I would not stop to taste— And dreamed all night of things gone wrong.

Abortive Love is half a sin; But Love's abortions dearer far Than wheels without an axle-pin Or life without a married star.