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WHile silently I lov’d, nor dar’d,
To tell my crime aloud,
The influence of your smiles I shar’d,
In common with the crowd.
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But when I once my flame exprest,
In hopes to ease my pain,
You singl’d me out from all the rest,
The mark of your disdain.
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If thus, Corinna, you shall frown
On all that do adore,
Then all mankind must be undone,
Or you must smile no more.