Accept, my Love, as true a heart As ever lover gave; `Tis free (it vows) from my art, And proud to be your slave. Then take it kindly, as `twas meant, And let the giver live, Who with it would the world have sent Had it been his to give. And that Dorinda may not fear I e`er will prove untrue, My vows shall, ending with the year, With it begin a new.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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