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 Not to love! nor be lov’d!

Oh! I never can bear;

Nor yield to be sent,

I cannot tell where:

To live, or to die

In this cafe, is all one,

Nay, I’d rather be dead.

Than be reckon’d a nun.

Perhaps ’tis to tease me,

She threatens me so,

I’m sure, were she me,

She’d stoutly say no.

But if she’s in earnest,

I from her will run,

And I - married in spight,

That I mayn't a nun.

