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iv.

To yonder oak within the field

⁠I spoke without restraint,
And with a larger faith appeal'd
⁠Than Papist unto Saint.

v.

For oft I talk'd with him apart,

⁠And told him of my choice,
Until he plagiarised a heart,
⁠And answer'd with a voice.

vi.

Tho' what he whisper'd under Heaven

⁠None else could understand;
I found him garrulously given,
⁠A babbler in the land.

vii.

But since I heard him make reply

⁠Is many a weary hour;
'Twere well to question him, and try
⁠If yet he keeps the power.