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[3] To Cupid now with hearty pray'r,

I offer'd many a vow,

And danc'd, & ſung, & ſigh'd, & ſwore,

as other lovers do:

But when I came to breath my flame,

I found her cold as ſtone,

I left the jilt, and tun'd my pipe,

to John of Badenyon.

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When love had thus my heart betray'd,

with fooliſh hopes and vain,

To friendſhip's port I ſteer'd my courſe,

and laugh'd at lovers pain.

A friend I got by lucky chance,

'twas ſomething like divine,

An honeſt friend's a precious gift,

and ſuch a gift was mine.

And now whatever might betide,

a happy man was I;

In any ſtrait I knew to whom

I freely might apply:

A ſtrait ſoon came; I try'd my friend,

he heard and ſpurn'd my moan,

I turn'd away, and pleas'd myſelf,

with John of Badenyon.

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I thought I would be wiſer next,

and would a patriot turn;

Began to doat on Johny Wilkes,

and cry up Parſon Horn.