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     Not, Celia, that I juster am

      Or better than the rest;

     For I would change each hour, like them,

      Were not my heart at rest.

     But I am tied to very thee

      By every thought I have;

     Thy face I only care to see,

      Thy heart I only crave.

     All that in woman is adored

      In thy dear self I find—

     For the whole sex can but afford

      The handsome and the kind.

     Why then should I seek further store,