Fleffel, an old writer, is chargeable with the following sonnet:— Well they are gone: my fortune first departed, And then my right good friends went after it: Departing likewise, as the swallows flit After Summer—parasites false-hearted. My servants next gave notice they should quit, And so they did: then my betrothed, a maid I worshipped, also went off, in a fit Of laughter, at my imprudence, she said.
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