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“I am not changed, yet Henry flies”—
“Not changed?—O sadly changed thou art!
When Flavia prompted Henry's sighs,
Her virtue form'd her fairest part.

“Then Flavia, cease this idle rant,
One solemn truth let Reason speak—
When woman has no more to grant,
Her lover has no more to seek.”
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