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SHE:
I'm told that men have sometimes got / Too confidential, and / Have said to one another what / They -- well, you understand.
I hope I don't offend you, sweet, / But are you sure that "you're" discreet?
HE:
'Tis true, sometimes my friends in wine / Their conquests "do" recall, / But none can truly say that mine / Are known to him at all.
I never, never talk you o'er -- / In truth, I never get the floor.