LXXXVII. MY TRUE LOVE HAS MY HEART
There's none can say that she was ever loved.
(At least, with truth) as you've been loved by me.
I tell you, Lesbia, there never was
In any bond so great a loyalty
As that which I'd the fortune to discover
When first I had the luck to be your lover!
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- A short introductionary note
- V. THE LOVERS' CREED Lesbia, let us love and live...
- VII. HOW MANY KISSES? Lesbia, you often ask How m...
- XLIII. AN UNFLATTERING PORTRAIT My service to you...
- LI. A LOVE-LETTER He seems to me to be akin to G...
- LXX. AN EPIGRAM My girl-friend says there's nobo...
- LXXII. TO LESBIA, IN DOUBT You used to say, oh, ...
- LXXV. THE PRICE OF TREACHERY There's none, my Le...
- LXXVI. A DEAD DESIRE I suppose it must be true t...
- LXXXIII. CONSOLATION Lesbia, when her husband's ...
- LXXXVII. MY TRUE LOVE HAS MY HEART There's none ...
- XCII. TIT FOR TAT Lesbia's always sounding off -...
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