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Think not, when Woman's transient breath is fled
That all her at once are dead;
Succeeding vanities she still regards,
And tho' she plays no more, o'erlooks the cards.
Think not, when Woman's transient breath is fled
That all her at once are dead;
Succeeding vanities she still regards,
And tho' she plays no more, o'erlooks the cards.
Alexander Pope
