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7 With tender air he woo’d the Fair, and movingly addrest, For Love divine can clowns refine, and warm the coldest breast. Her eves he prais’d, and fondly gaz'd on her enchanting face, Where innocence and health dispense each winning rosy grace.

Young Jenny’s breast love’s power confest, And felt an equal fire ; Nor had the art to hide her smart, or check the fond desire. Hymen unites in blissful rites the fair, the matchless two, And wedlock ne’er cou’d boast a pair more loving or mere true.

Ye rich and great, how; seldom fate gives you so mild a doom, Whose wand’ring flames & wanton dames a mutual plague become; While coach and fix your passion fix, you buy your state too dear; Ah ! courtly folks, you’re but the jokes of those who love sincere.