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 Such fantastic report will not do;

For bethink thee ’tis madness indeed to be vain

Of folly and ugliness too.

Of stiff deport, demure of phiz,

With airs so prim, a perfect quiz;

With head oblique, and sideling eyes,

And breast where disappointment lies;

Thy maiden charms—thy face appears

To wear the badge of many years,

Of sorrow sad vexation grief,

Where love afforded no relief:

Now pozing o’er those graceless charms

That scar’d all lovers from your arms,

In lean and lanken garb array’d,

I leave the poor neglected maid.

A Valentine I have receiv’d,

And think it must be thine:

Yet cou’d it be indeed believ’d,

You’d send a Valentine?

If ’twas for mere amusement’s sake,

You practis’d every line;

Why then, in dudgeon I must take

Your wicked Valentine.