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1762 Were natural mortal lady Who had so little time To pack her trunk and order The great exchange of clime— How rapid, how momentous— What exigencies were— But nature will be ready And have an hour to spare. To make some trifle fairer That was too fair before— Enchanting by remaining, And by departure more. Edited by Peter Carter
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