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Give me leave
to rail at you, -
I ask nothing but my due:
To
call you false, and then to say
You shall not keep my
heart a day.
But alas! against my will
I must be
your captive still.
Ah! be kinder, then, for I
Cannot change, and would not die.
Kindness has
resistless charms;
All besides but weakly move;
Fiercest anger it disarms,
And clips the wings of
flying love.
Beauty does the heart invade,
Kindness only can persuade;
It gilds the lover's
servile chain,
And makes the slave grow pleased
again.
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