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Charity never bargains, if at all; something of Tartary silk or finest scarlet? -- He'll have 'em both! Or haven't you heard?! Or what would you think? I've got a broken and cotrite heart, (and wouldn't you know it) I'm weary with my groaning, and each night I rain down on my bed, soak my couch with tears. Found yourself on the Malvern Hills penniless and starving puzzling out your dream: Betcha Don't Manage to take Your own advice. I've got a contrary and useless disposition And feel it all slipping away from me. E'en like as a dream when you are awake so you make their image vanish out of the city. From Letras Mania