Maxioms by William Cartwright
Tell me not of joy: there's none
Now my little sparrow's gone;
He, just as you,
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Tell me not of joy: there's none
Now my little sparrow's gone;
He, just as you,
Would toy and woo,
He would chirp and flatter me,
He would hang the wing awhile,
Till at length he saw me smile,
Lord! how sullen he would be!
