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NOt Celia that I juster am,
Or better then the rest
For I would change each hour like them,
Were it my interest.

But I am ty'd to very thee,
By every thought I have
Should you my heart but once set free,
I would be no more slave.

All that is Woman is ador'd:
In thy dear self I find:
For your whole Sex can but afford.
The handsome and the kind.

Why then should I seek farther store,
And still make love anew?
VVhen change it self can give no more,
'Tis easie to be true.