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I've Vowed to Die a Maid Celladon, when Spring came on, Wooed Sylvia in a grove, Both gay and young, and still he sung The sweet delights of Love, Wedded joys in girls and boys, And pretty chat of this and that, The honey kiss, and charming bliss That crowns the Marriage Bed. He snatched her hand, she blushed and fanned, And seemed as if afraid. "Forbear," she cries, "your fawning lies: I've vowed to die a maid!" Celladon at that began To talk of apes in Hell, And, what was worse, the odious curse Of growing old and stale, Loss of bloom, when wrinkles come, And offers kind when none will mind; The rosy joy, and sparkling eye, Grown faded and decayed— At which, when known, she changed her tone, And to the shepherd said: "Dear swain, give o'er! I'll think once more Before I'll die a maid!"
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