The Works of Aphra Behn, Volume III
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Chapter 65 No.65

Ye Garlands, wither now,

Fickle Glories, vanish all:

Ye Wreaths that deckt my Brow,

To the ground neglected fall.

No more my sweet Repose molest,

Nor to my Fancies bring

The Golden Dreams of being Blest

With Titles of a King.

            
            

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