Pure from courtships flatteries.

Lamps above, and laughs below---

No man on your face shall see

Any grief for change on mine.

With a loyal gravity.

Love me sounded like a jest,

Nobly, as the thing is high;

Yes, I answered you last night;

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Learn to win a ladys faith

Fit for Yes or fit for No.

Bravely, as for life and death---

Ever true, as wives of yore---

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Guard her, by your truthful words,

Time to dance is not to woo---

SHALL be Yes for evermore.

Lead her from the festive boards,

When the viols played th99lib.neteir best,

Call me false, or call me free---

Colours seen by candlelight,

By your truth she shall be true---

Will not look the same by day.

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Scorn of me recoils on you.

And her Yes, once said to you,

No, this morning, Sir, I say.