December 16, 2017

MARGARET- PART ONE

Who is Margaret that i am in love with her? Is she fair to look upon,that before a throng i might be bold to flatter her in my ensconce?Oh,grandeaur moderate! Is she honest that i may confide in her ? May she be benevolent to a fault,but still keep her pride as a woman? This i dare not attest. My roving eyes still dribbled back and forth,pays not homage,in lieu of her nonchallance and unsteady heart? Am i an epitome of ample bravery to confront her devils? Filthy lucre doth to her hawkeyed pious eyes,reproof on every ado to embellish her wiles of nonchallance,in contradistinction of a heart willing and subservient of a maiden love. Then not to Margaret to let me sing her praise,a moribund brisk whose craze to love money,desecrates a yearning heart of an itching lover.She is disgusting to approach,as is fitting frequency of womensfolk.This foible,hits speedily,like an alien force from outer space and thus have i resolved;i still yet findeth not a woman who could love me as i am. Then shall i love no more?

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