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 Now turn my dog out from my bed, And dream all night of being wed. O could I hope that you, like I, Resolv'd alone no more to lie, To church we'd instant be conveyed, A loving bachelor and maid.

When squinting eyes shall please the sight, And peaked nose shall give delight, And screwed-up mouth, and wrinkled face, Be deemed in Cupid's court, a grace, You then may to the church incline With some enchanting Valentine.