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"With equal joy my safter heart does yield,
To own thy well-try'd love has won the field."
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"But love rebels against all bounding laws;
Fixt in my soul the shepherdess excells,"
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"Fine claiths, saft beds, sweet houses, sparkling wine,
Rich fare, and witty friends, whene'er ye dine,
Submissive servants, honour, wealth and ease,"
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"Roger. And proud of being your secretary, I
To wyle it frae me a' the deels defy."
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"Dream thro' that night, 'till my day-star appear;"