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She blows the Youthful Lovers flame,
And promises a sure repose;
Whilst with a Treason void of shame,
His fancy'd Happiness o're-throws.
Her Language is all soft and fair
} But her hid Sense is naught but Air,
} And can no solid reason bear;
} As often as she speaks,
Her faithless Word she breaks;
Great in Pretension, in
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