Strephonetta, Why D'Ye Fly Me, With Such Rigour In Your Eyes: Oh! 'Tis Cruel To Deny Me, Since Your Charms I So Much Prize. But I Plainly See The Reason Why In Vain I You Pursued, Her To Gain 'Twas Out Of Season, Who Before The Chaplain Woo'D.
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