Though she were true, when you met her, And last, till you write your letter, Yet she Will be False, ere I come, to two, or three.
Though she were true, when you met her, And last, till you write your letter, Yet she Will be False, ere I come, to two, or three.
Sir, more than kisses, letters mingle souls For, thus friends absent speak.
More than kisses, letters mingle souls.
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