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I'll rend thy image from my heart,
Thy charms no more engage ;
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With your pencils, paint, and patches.
How I totter in my gait,
With my robe too dangling after ;
Oh he'd split his fides with laughter.
But these which mimic kill hath made,"
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I rov'd without restraint,
And health my only paint.
The charms I boast, (alas ! how few !)
I gave to Nature's care,
They could not want repair,
HOW strange the mode which truth neglects,
AIR. XIII. FOR various purpose ferves the Fang.
As thus a decent blind, Between the sticks to peep at mang
Nor yet betray your mind.
Each action has a meaning plainy
Resentment's in the fnap, A flirt expreffes ftrong disdain, Consent a gentle tap.
All passions will the fair disclose,
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By Love's capricious boy,
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1019971 She hugs the dart, and aids the thief.
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ALONG your verdant lowly vale
3.A Thus free from Envy's poison'd dart,
23907A You boast a pure unruffled heart. While jarring thoughts pur peace deform,
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THO' my dress, as my manners, is simple and plain,
” A rascal I hate, and a knave I disdain; My dealings are juft, and my conscience is clear, And I'm richer than thofe who have thousands a year.
Tho' bent down with age and for sporting uncouth,
2 And my boys think
life not a moment too long
Let the courtiers, those dealers in grin and grimace,
3 FROM Aow's to flow'r the butterfly,
O'er fields or gardens ranging, TAAS Sips sweets from each, and futters by,
And all his life is changing.
Thus roving man new objects sway,
By various charms delighted, While the who pleases moft to-day
To-morrow shall be flighted.
WHEN far from Fashion's gilded scene
I breath'd my native air,
No doubtings harbour'd there.
But now no more myself I find.
And murder all my rest.