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54

TO JULIA.
Art thou art false—then why should I
In silent sorrow pine?
Why should I grieve, and weep, and sigh,
While others may be mine?
I give thee back thy vows again,
And rid my heart of all its pain.

I lov'd thee dearly—madly lov'd,
While thou to me wert true;
But as thou hast unfaithful prov d,
At others' shrines I'll sue.
There may be one as fair as thee,
Who may, perchance, be true to me.