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THE WAYWARD LOVER
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Remind him of that kiss, and 'twill to nothing dwindle.—
And, O ye jealous ones, if maidens plague you e'er,
Recall your own false tricks, and blame them, if ye dare.
THE END.
Remind him of that kiss, and 'twill to nothing dwindle.—
And, O ye jealous ones, if maidens plague you e'er,
Recall your own false tricks, and blame them, if ye dare.
THE END.