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An answer to a Love Letter Is it to me this sad lamenting strain Are heavens choicest gifts bestow'd in vain? A plenteous fortune, and a beauteous bride Your love rewarded, gratified your pride. Yet leaving her - 'tis me that you pursue Without one single charm but being new. How vile is Man; how I detest their ways If artful falsehood, & designing praise Tasteless an easy happiness you slight Ruin, your joy & mischeif, your delight. Not bound by vows & unrestrain'd by shame In sport you break the heart & rend the frame. Not that your arts can be successful here Th'already plunder'd need no robber fear; Nor sighs nor charms, nor flatt'ries can move Too well occur'd against a second love. Once & but once that devil charm'd my mind To reason deaf to observation blind; I idly hop'd (what cannot love persuade) My fondness equall'd & my love repaid) Slow to distrust & willing to beleive Long hush'd my doubts & did myself deceive
