While Thou Didst Keep Thy Candour Undefil'D, Dearly I Lov'D Thee As My First-Born Child, But When I Saw Thee Wantonly To Roam From House To House, And Never Stay At Home, I Brake My Bonds Of Love, And Bade Thee Go, Regardless Whether Well Thou Sped'St Or No. On With Thy Fortunes Then, Whate'Er They Be: If Good, I'll Smile; If Bad, I'll Sigh For Thee.
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