Their spirit I deplore.
I've known of women, hundreds, who
Would discount men in being true."
He answered by repeated groans,
Crooning anew the rhyme :
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"The same are women! maids or crones,
In every age and clime;
Men's hearts they use as stepping-stones
To cross the stream of Time."
"But are all women thus?" I asked.
"Are none to be exempt?
False were all smiles in which I've basked?
Vain all the dreams I've dreamt?
Can none be trusted? none believed?
Am I," I gasped, "by Maud deceived?"
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