{"newspaper_name": "Holly Springs gazette.", "edition": "01", "page": "p2", "byline": ""}
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You ask me why love-go ask the sun


Why in his daily course he still doth run.
Ask time and tide why still they ebb and flow;
Ask damaSk roses why in June they blow.
'Tis natures self in every thing doth move,
Andsbe il was caused wretched me 10 love
IT'S not his face, I've sense enough to see
That's not so fair, tho doated on by me.
'TiS not his wit that has the conquest won,
For that | know is inferior to my own
He's mean in person but still worse in mind,
Affected, proud, hard-hearted and unkind
Yet must love that vain and worthless man,
With all the passion that a woman can.