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Chapter 70 No.70

"So please you," thus the youth rejoined,

"Our choicest minstrel's left behind.

Ill may we hope to please your ear,

Accustomed Constant's strains to hear.

The harp full deftly can he strike,

And wake the lover's lute alike;

To dear Saint Valentine, no thrush

Sings livelier from a spring-tide bush,

No nightingale her lovelorn

            
            

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