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Go, go, go, go fastest of thy sex begone,
Leave, leave, ah leave, leave me to my self alone!
Why would you strive by fond pretence,
Thus to destroy my innocence?
Go, go, &c. — leave, leave, &c.
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Young Celia, you too late betray’d,
Then thus you did the nymph upbraid,
“Love like a dream usher’d by night,
“Flyes the approach of morning light.
Go, go, &c. — leave, leave, &c.
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She that believes man when he swears,
Or Ieast regards his oaths and prayers,
May she, fond she, be most accurst;
Nay more, be subject to his lust.
Go, go, &c. — leave, leave, &c.
