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UPON CUPID
Love, like a gipsy, lately came,
And did me much importune
To see my hand, that by the same
He might foretell my fortune.
He saw my palm; and then, said he,
I tell thee, by this score here,
That thou, within few months, shalt be
The youthful Prince D’Amour here.
I smiled, and bade him once more prove,
And by some cross-line show it,
That I could ne’er be Prince of Love,
Though here the Princely Poet.
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