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IN vain, fond youth; thy tears give o’er;
What more alass can Flavia do?
Thy truth I own, thy fate deplore:
All are not happy that are true.
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Suppress those sighs, and weep no more;
Should heaven and earth with thee combine,
‘Twere all in vain, since any power,
To crown thy love must alter mine.
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But if revenge can ease thy pain,
I’ll sooth the ills I cannot cure,
Tell that I drag a hopeless chain,
And all that I inflict endure.
– Authors Unknown.
