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And bleeds, and loses on, in hopes to gain.
Write then, and in thy letter, as I said,
Let her with mighty promises be fed.
Cydyppe by a letter was betray'd,
520
Writ on an apple to th' unwary maid;
She read herself into a marriage vow,
(And every cheat in love the gods allow.)
Learn eloquence, ye noble youth of Rome,-
It will not only at the bar o'ercome:
525
Sweet words the people and the senate move;
But the chief end of eloquence is love.
But in thy letter hide thy moving arts,
Affect not to be thought a man of parts;
None but vain fools to simple women preach:
530
A learned letter oft has made a breach.
In a familiar style your thoughts convey,
And write such things as, present, you would say;
Such words as from the heart may seem to move;
'Tis wit enough to make her think you love.
535
If seal'd she sends it back, and will not read,
