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AH me! when shall I marry me? / Lovers are plenty; but fail to relieve me: / He, fond youth, that could carry me, / Offers to love, but means to deceive me.
But I will rally, and combat the ruiner: / Not a look, not a smile shall my passion discover: / She that gives all to the false one pursuing her, / Makes but a penitent, loses a lover.