ABSTRACT
Turns from the fraud you perpetrate on me; This is no transcript, but a forgery, As far from semblance as is black from white. Breathe, smile, blush, kiss me! Murmur in my ear The things we know-we only! and give heed To this deep sigh and this descending tear, Ere from my senses you can win the meed Of faith, to make your doubtful title clear, And so convince me you are she indeed.
