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But let us leave this idle tittle-tattle

To waiting-maids, and bed-room coteries,

Nor till fit time against her fame wage battle.

Poor Elfinan is very ill at ease,

Let us resume his subject if you please:

For it may comfort and console him much,

To rhyme and syllable his miseries;

Poor Elfinan! whose cruel fate was such,

He sat and cursed a bride he knew he could not touch.