Ah! tremble, false maid, who my true love betrayed,
No more thy subservient suitor,
My weapons I wield in a classical field,
I strike with the arms of the Tutor.
"And thou, foolish boy, delusive the joy
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That briefly illumines thy features;
The sun of to-morrow shall see thee, in sorrow,
Before me, most abject of creatures.
Then adamant rock shall my firmness but mock,
Growing sterner with all opposition!
The maiden betrays, but the Tutor repays."
And he writes in large letters, - CONDITION.
C. A. M.