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When You Love
by Aphra Behn
when you Love, or speak of it, Make no serious matter on it, It will make but subject for her wit And gain her scorn in lieu of Grant. Sneering, whining, dull Grimasses Pale the Appetite, they'd move; Only Boys and formal Asses Thus are Ridicul'd by Love.
while you make Mystery Of Your Love and awful flame; Young and tender Hearts will fly, Frighted at the very name;
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