To A Fillet, Given Him In Jest, From Her Hair, By A Lady With Whom He Was In Love Comments
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Sweet, delicate fillet, who art left behind,
In pledge the joy I merit to redeem,
If, only seeing thee, half lost I seem,
What with the locks round which thou erst didst wind?
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