Now, don't look enraged! You like him, I know—don't deny it! What! Give up flirtation? Change dimples for frowns Why, Nell, what's the use? You're so pretty, That your beauty all sense of your wickedness drowns When, some time, in country or city, Your fate comes at last. We'll forgive all the past, And think of you only with pity. Indeed!—so "you feel for the woes of my sex!" "The legions of hearts you've been breaking Your conscience affright, and your reckoning perplex, Whene'er an account you've been taking!" "I'd scarcely believe How deeply you grieve At the mischief your eyes have been making!" Now, Nellie!—Flirtation's the leaven of life; It lightens its doughy compactness. Don't always—the world with deception is rife— Construe what men say with exactness!
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