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And now at sixty, that pert dame to see
Of all thy savings mistress, and of thee;
Now will the lads, rememb'ring insults past,
Cry, "What, the wise-one in the trap at last!"
Fie! Nathan! fie! to let an artful jade
The close recesses of thine heart invade;
What grievous pangs, what suffering, she'll impart,
And fill with anguish that rebellious heart;
For thou wilt strive incessantly, in vain,