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I'll give but not the full-blown rose,

Or rofe-bud, more in fashion; Such short-liv'd off'rings but disclose

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I'll give thee, fomething yet unpaid,
Not lefs fincere, than civil:

I'll give thee-ah! too charming maid;
I'll give thee to the devil.

STANZAS

ON

WOMAN.

WHE

HEN lovely woman ftoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray; What charm can foothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away?

The only art her guilt to cover,
To hide her thame from every eye,
To give repentance to her lover,
And wring his bofom-is, to die.

AN

AN

ELE G
LEGY

ON THE DEATH OF A MAD DOG.

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OOD people all, of every sort,
Give ear unto my song;

And if you find it wondrous fhort,
It cannot hold you long.

In Iflington there was a man,
Of whom the world might say,
That ftill a godly race he ran,
Whene'er he went to pray.

A kind and gentle heart he had,
To comfort friends and foes;

The naked every day he clad,
When he put on his cloaths.

And in that town a dog was found,

As many dogs there be;

Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound,

And curs of low degree.

Th

This dog and man at first were friends:

But when a pique began,

The dog, to gain his private ends,

Went mad, and bit the man.

Around from all the neighbouring streets,
The wondering neighbours ran,
And swore the dog had loft his wits,

To bite fo good a man.

The wound it feem'd both fore and fad,

To every christian eye;

And while they swore the dog was mad
They swore the man would die.

But foon a wonder came to light,
That fhew'd the rogues they ly'd,
The man recover'd of the bite,

The dog it was that dy'd.

AN

AN

ELEGY

ON THE

GLORY OF HER SEX,

MRS. MARY BLAIZE.

OOD people all, with one accord,

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Lament for Madam Blaize,

Who never wanted a good word

From those who spoke her praife.

The needy feldom pafs'd her door,..
And always found her kind;

She freely lent to all the poor-
Who left a pledge behind.

She ftrove the neighbourhood to please,
With manners wond'rous winning;

And never follow'd wicked ways,

Unless when she was finning.

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