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ON WOMAN'S INCONSTANCY .

My mistress says, there's not a man
 Of all the many that she knows,
She'd rather wed than me, not one,
 Though Jove himself were to propose.

She says so;—but what woman says
 To him who fancies he has caught her,
'T is only fit it should be writ
 In air or in the running water.
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