Love's Witness

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Slight unpremeditated Words are borne
By every common wind into the Air;
Carelessly utter’d, die as soon as born,
And in one instant give both hope and fear:
Breathing all Contraries with the same Wind
According to the Caprice of the Mind.

But Billetdoux are constant Witnesses,
Substantial Records to Eternity;
Just Evidences, who the truth confess,
On which the Lover safely may rely;
They’re serious Thoughts, digested and resolv’d;
And last, when Words are into Clouds devolv’d.

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