In the tempestuous petticoat;

A careless shoe-string, in whose tie

I see a wild civility,—

Do more bewitch me than when art

Is too precise in every part.

Delight in Disorder.

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You say to me-wards your affection 's strong;

Pray love me little, so you love me long.[202:1]

Love me Little, Love me Long.