William Congreve. 1670-1729
431. False though She be
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FALSE though she be to me and love, I'll ne'er pursue revenge; For still the charmer I approve, Though I deplore her change.
In hours of bliss we oft have met: They could not always last; And though the present I regret, I'm grateful for the past.
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William Congreve. 1670-1729
432. A Hue and Cry after Fair Amoret
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