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 That to parents and friends I must bend;

Love sinks under gratitude’s debt,

And all you can be is—my friend!

A way my anxious doubts and fears!

N o action but my heart endears,

N o lips more honey’d to the touch,

E yes, too, that speak, nor speak too much.

W hen judgment and wit are combin’d

I n one tender and sensible mind,

L ove’s busy, at least, so I find,

L ooking out to see whom he can snare.

I'm caught—but I do not much care;

A s love is a lott’ry, I’ll e’en take a share.

M ay fortune then favour the brave & the fair.