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and, as gossips tell,
 * Were Lovers many a day;

the damsel lov'd so well,
 * That folks pretend to say

The silly, simple, doting Lad, Was little less than loving mad: A malady not known of late— Among the little-loving Great!

liked the youth; but woman-kind Are sometimes giv'n to range. And oft, the giddy Sex, we find,
 * (They know not why)