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Your pardon, my friend, if my rhymes did offend; / Your pardon, a thousand times o'er: / From friendship I strove your pangs to remove, / But, I swear, I will do so no more.
Since your beautiful maid your flame has repaid, / No more I your folly regret / She's now most divine, and I bow at the shrine / Of this quickly reformed coquette.