What Time has done, gross food and vulgar Trade Has all impaired that Love and Nature made. I cannot take him—I my Friend approved, Who dare refuse when she no longer loved. But he was loud and loving, fierce and free, And weak and timid vain and grateful She. Thus sundry motives more than I can name Rose on his side, and she a Wife became. (U.P.)
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Yet his the Comfort of an Heart that feels A single day, and that the morrow heals; And yet he grieved a while, and he would weep, And swear profusely I had murdered sleep; Had quite unman’d him for heroic Vein, And he could only murmur and complain. (U.P.)
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Yet e’er we parted he his Prayer renewed, And urged me “Do not live in Solitude! Wert thou my Lady to the Study take O! what a Desdemona wouldst thou make.” (U.P.)
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And then he spouted—till I cried, Is he The man I loved? Oh! that could never be. No! time upon the outward beauty preys, And the mind’s beauty in its vice decays. (O.M.)
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But that he lost, and with a wither’d hand. Stood at his father’s gate, as beggars stand; But his were jealous brethren, and they kept Their dying father from him, till he slept. (O.M.)
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