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First Line: False love, too long thou hast delayed
Last Line: So thou wilt grant me thine!

False Love, too long thou hast delay'd,
Too late I make my choice;
Yet win for me that precious maid,
And bid my heart rejoice --
Then shall mine eyes shoot youthful fire,
My cheek with triumph glow,
And other maids that glance desire
Which I on one bestow.

Make her with smile divinely bland
Beam sunshine o'er my face,
And Time shall touch with gentlest hand
What she hath deign'd to grace;
O'er scanty locks full wreaths I'll wear,
No wrinkled brow to shade,
Her joy will smooth the furrows there
Which earlier griefs have made.

Though sports of youth he tedious toil
When youth has pass'd away,
I'll cast aside the martial spoil
With her light locks to play:
Yea, turn, sweet Maid, from tented fields
To rove where dewdrops shine,
Nor care what hand the sceptre wields,
So thou wilt grant me thine!

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