So false within, without so fair.
’Twas here, sweet dame, that first I met thee,
’Tis meet that I should leave thee where
Thou art at home—and thus, forget thee!
SONG.
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BY THE HON. MRS. NORTON.
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When poor in all but troth and love,
So false within, without so fair.
’Twas here, sweet dame, that first I met thee,
’Tis meet that I should leave thee where
Thou art at home—and thus, forget thee!
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BY THE HON. MRS. NORTON.
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When poor in all but troth and love,