And held again its former sway;
If but for you my bosom burned,
And I should give fair Chloe her conge?
If she I serve were overthrown,
And you should rule my heart alone?
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SHE.Though my Augustus is more fair,
And though an awful flirt are you, -
Uncertain as the Boston air,
Now warm, now cold, now false, now firm and true,
With you through life I'll gladly live,
For you that life I'd gladly give!
E. C. P.