I.
Yes: you contemn the perjur’d maid
Who all your favorite hopes betray’d:
Nor, though her heart should home return,
Her tuneful tongue it’s falsehood mourn,
Her winning eyes your faith implore,
Would you her hand receive again,
Or once dissemble your disdain,
Or listen to the syren’s theme,
Or stoop to love: since now esteem
And confidence, and friendship, is no more.
II.
Yet tell me, Ph
(Mark Akenside)
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