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Those well-known sounds, so soothing heretofore, Which her heart whisper'd she should hear no more. Then to her cold and widow'd bed she crept, Clasp'd her half-orphan'd young, and wept! Her recreant mate, by other views attracted, A very different part enacted; He sought the dove-cote, and was greeted there With all that's tonish, elegant, and rare, Among the pigeon tribes; and there the rover Lived quite in clover! His jolly comrades now, were blades of spirit; Their nymphs possess'd most fascinating merit; Nor fail'd our hero of the rock to prove, He thought not of inviolable love To his poor spouse at home. He bow'd and sigh'd, Now to a fantail's, now a cropper's bride;