Phillis, this pious talk give o`er, And modesty pretend no more, It is too plain an art: Surely you take me for a fool, And would by this prove me so dull As not to know your heart. In vain you fancy to deceive; For truly I can ne`er believe But this is all a sham, Since any one may plainly see You`d only save yourself with me, And with another damn.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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