William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909.
Song: Had I a heart for falsehood framedRichard Brinsley Sheridan (17511816)
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I ne’er could injure you;
For, tho’ your tongue no promise claimed,
Your charms would make me true;
Then, lady, dread not here deceit,
Nor fear to suffer wrong,
For friends in all the aged you’ll meet,
And lovers in the young.
Another with your heart,
They’ll bid aspiring passion rest,
And act a brother’s part.
Then, lady, dread not here deceit,
Nor fear to suffer wrong,
For friends in all the aged you’ll meet,
And brothers in the young.