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And after wounds with deeper-piercing darts.
Nor me a melancholy mistress charms;
Let sad Tecmessa weep in Ajax' arms.
Let mournful beauties sullen heroes move;
We cheerful men like gaiety in love.
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Let Hector in Andromache delight,
Who, in bewailing Troy, wastes all the night.
Had they not both born children (to be plain)
I ne'er could think they'd with their husbands lain.
I no idea in my mind can frame,
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That either one or t'other doleful dame,
Could toy, could fondle, or could call their lords
"My life, my soul ;" or speak endearing words.
Why from comparisons should I refrain
Or fear small things by greater to explain?
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Observe what conduct prudent generals use,
And how their several officers they choose;
To one a charge of infantry commit,
Another for the horse is thought more fit.
So you your sev'ral lovers should select,
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