SMILINDA.
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ut ah! what aggravates the killing smart,The cruel thought, that stabs me to the heart;This cursed Ombrelia, this undoing fair,By whose vile arts this heavy grief I bear;She, at whose name I shed these spiteful tears,She owes to me the very charms she wears.An awkward thing, when first she came to town;Her shape unfashion'd, and her face unknown: 60She was my friend; I taught her first to spreadUpon her sallow cheeks enlivening red:I introduced her to the park and plays;And, by my interest, Cozens made her stays.Ungrateful wretch! with mimic airs grown pert,She dares to steal my favourite lover's heart.
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