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Duffett, Thomas.
To Madam M. H.
MAdmen we pity, though their crimes we hate,
And lay the guilt on their too rigid Fate.
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Rob'd by your Eyes of Reason and of Sense▪
Your Beauty may excuse my great offence.
He that does seriously of sins Repent,
Unto the Gods appears as Innocent;
Never was Penitence more true than mine,
Then Pardon me, for you are all Divine.
