Alec N. Tanner
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To the Sanguine Lady
It was not by chance, nor love's fell kiss
That I came to know your countenance.
But determined sought, this damnable sot
To throw a line on which you caught,
Eloquence, the death of abstinence
'Twas no accident, love: but accidence.
Was fate inclined, or in faith consigned