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To all you ladies now at Bath,
Fle fro the pres, and dwelle with sothefastnesse,
I'm AD-MS, once a Wesleyan,
I understand you.
The angels guide him now,
They say the sea is cold, but the sea contains
She has been burning palaces. 'To see
You came to my door in the dawn and sang, it angered me to be awakened from sleep, and you went away unheeded.