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Lord Byron

Lord Byron

Endorsement to the Deed of Separation in the April of 1816

A year ago, you swore, fond she!
‘To love, to honour,’ and so forth:
Such was the vow you pledged to me,
And here’s exactly what 'tis worth.

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