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"Little cause had I for fretting, None on earth to be regretting; Till I saw thee, brave and kind; And my heart undid my mind.

"Better, if the Gods had slain me, When no difference could be; Ere the joy had come to pain me, And, alas, my dear one, thee!

"But shall my poor life throw shame on Royal lineage of Amor? Tis of Egypt's oldest strains; Kingly blood flows in my veins.