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TO JULIA.
Art thou art false—then why should I
In silent sorrow pine?
Why should I grieve, and weep, and sigh,
While others may be mine?
I give thee back thy vows again,
And rid my heart of all its pain.
In silent sorrow pine?
Why should I grieve, and weep, and sigh,
While others may be mine?
I give thee back thy vows again,
And rid my heart of all its pain.
I lov'd thee dearly—madly lov'd,
While thou to me wert true;
But as thou hast unfaithful prov d,
At others' shrines I'll sue.
There may be one as fair as thee,
Who may, perchance, be true to me.
While thou to me wert true;
But as thou hast unfaithful prov d,
At others' shrines I'll sue.
There may be one as fair as thee,
Who may, perchance, be true to me.
