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A Man Is Always Afraid Of A Woman That Loves Him Too Much

Can Love Be Controll'd By Advice?

The Fly That Sips Treacle Is Lost In The Sweets.

My Lodging Is On The Cold Ground, And Hard, Very Hard, Is My Fare, But That Which Grieves Me More Is The Coldness Of My Dear.

If The Heart Of A Man Is Depressed With Cares, The Mist Is Dispell'd When A Woman Appears; Like The Notes Of A Fiddle, She Sweetly, Sweetly Raises The Spirits, And Charms Our Ears.