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Oh !
how
FEMME CROIT, ET ANE MENE,
shall I this loss repair 1
All thy best presents thus to lose ;
I've scarce a jewel now to wear !
And fifty pounds won't replace those !
When she had ended this lament,
Her sobs and tears came fast anew,
And I, upon her grief intent,
Knew neither what to say or do,
Z And truth to say, 'twas vexing too.
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> When just as I was deep in thought,
How best her grief somewhat t' allay,
A Jeweller my notice caught,
J Who seem'd by chance t' have come that way
, Greeting us both with much respect,
He op'd his caskets to our view
And said Sir, p'rhaps you'll not object
To let me shew some rings to you
And to my lady, something new !
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She, (so
la-
it seem'd) her 5,
grief appeas'd
At once, at sight of all his ware,
A costly diamond ring first seiz'd,
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The finest, largest he had there ;
And said : Eh ! this is just the kind
Of ring that I have wish'd for so ! (D
l~ Had I but now a generous friend
To buy me that ! 'twould soothe my woe !
And, as she spoke, she kiss'd me too. ,
< I, mov'd to see her mournful face,
/ Ask'd him the cost ; and being told,
Began to bid for it apace ; ,
I found I'd just the sum in gold :
But nothing in the price would he
Q Abate and she, with eyes still red,
Look'd in my face so anxiously !
Q That e'er I well knew what I said,
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The ring was bought, and money paid.
0) That I'd been cheated to my face,
S Since then I found to my surprise !
The thing was plann'd to time and place,
It was her Brother in disguise !
'Twas her own diamond ring that I
Had bought and paid for o'er anew !
So when you see your Mistress cry,
Take heed, my Friends, what 'tis you do.
But laugh or cry 'tis much the same,
They're both the sex's Winning Game.
SON CORPS NE SERA JAMAIS SANS PEINE.
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