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My heart, take neither fturt nor wae
For Meg, for Marjory, or Maufe,
But be thou blyth, and let her gae,
For lint a crum of thee fhe faws.
Remember how that Medta
Wild for a fight of J a/on yied,
Remember how young Crejfida
Lzft Trollies for Diomede ;
Remember Helen > as we read,
Brought Troy from blifs unto bair waws :
Then Jet her gae where fhe may fpeed,
For fiat a crum of thee fhe faws.
Becaufe fhe faid I took it ill,'
For her depart my heart was fair,
But wasbeguil'd ; gae where fhe will,
Befhrewthe heart that fir-ft takes care-:
But be thou merry late and air,
This is the final end and claufe,
And let her feed and fooly fair,
For flnt a crum of thee fhe faws.
Ne'er dunt again within mybreaff,
Ne'er let her flights thy courage fpill,
Nor gie a fob, altho' fhe fneeft,
She's fairer! paid that gets her wilh
She geeks as gif I mean'd her ill,
When fhe glaicks paughty in her braws j
Now let her fnirt and fyke her fill,
For'fint a crum of thes fhe faws.
To Mris. E. C.
Tune, Sae merry as we have been,
NOW Phczhus advances on high,
Nae footileps of winter are feen ;
The birds carrol fweet in the sky,
And lambkins dance reels on the greea.
Thro'

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