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 TIIE PERPLEXED VIROIN.

Young Colin to our cottage came, and vow'd how much he lov'd; I own I felt a secret Flame, yet not his vows approv'd; A thousand tender tales he told, I thought seemed untrue, Made me believe my heart was cold, What could a Virgin do?

The artless maid is soon impress'd with thoughts before unknown : When Cupid wounds the female breast, he's fare to keep his throne. in nain our fortitude we fry, Fortune says it must be so; Tie bold through pity to comply, What can a Virgin do? FINISH Falkirk-T. Johnston, Printer,