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My firsts a term that wakes a Lover's fears And the sad suppliant trembles when he hears My next in Circles of the Ton Extoll'd The silly fopling labours to be call'd. My whole you might without a loss resign And I [[underline]] no gainer he -- to call it mine. [[/underline]] [[underline]] Wisdom's victory is well timed retreat [[/underline]] {Why do you call mine for you the last {dying ember of affection?-- {Let not words of petulance be understood {with rancor-- Extracts from A's Letter to me at B-r
