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Show THE AMATEUR DIPLOMAT. I do not often pine or sigh, Yet now I'm glum; Ambitions' that were once sky high Have fallen some. I wrote a charming ryhme to Sue And one to Jane; Each breathed a love forever true In sweet refrain. I hoped these verses to confuse And so cause grief; Have Sue get Jane's and Jane get Sue's, And me relief. If I had mixed those letters up, What joy for me! Who'd share with me Dan Hymen's cup? Penelope! This was my eager, anxious hope, But in my haste Each in its proper envelope The ryhmes I placed. Now I've three ibreach of promise suits To face in time; Thus ends rny plural love pursuits: Love is a crime |