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Talk not of love, it gives me pain,
For love has been my foe; He bound me in an iron chain, And plung'd me deep in woe. But friendship's pure and lasting joys, My heart was form'd to prove; There, welcome win and wear the prize, But never talk of love. Your friendship much can make me blest, O why that bliss destroy? Why urge the only, one request You know I will deny? Your thought, if Love must harbour there, Conceal it in that thought; Nor cause it in that thought; Nor cause me from my bosom tear The very friend I sought. Unsatisfied? Search for more:Other Cool Sites:Hot Arts & Stage NewsLyrics Catalogue Sound Tracks Guide Guide to Serials and Shows English Subtitles For DivX Movies Hundreds of Cooking Recipes Over 5000 Cocktails Recipes Cool Online Encyclopedia Cellulars Descriptions and Reviews Algorithms Dictionary Funny Jokes and Anecdotes. Usenet Newsgroups Reader |