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The ladies of St. James's!

They have their fits and freaks;

They smile on you-for seconds,

They frown on you for weeks:

But Phyllida, my Phyllida!

Come either storm or shine,

From Shrove-tide unto Shrove-tide, Is always true and mine.

My Phyllida! my Phyllida!

I care not though they heap The hearts of all St. James's,

And give me all to keep;

I care not whose the beauties

Of all the world may be,

For Phyllida-for Phyllida

Is all the world to me!

MOLLY TREFUSIS.

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