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Ye muses, how shall I begin?

Oh, lend me your powerful aid,

That I may’ve the pleasure to win

My lovely and beautiful maid.

Oh, grant my adorable may

To the sweet tender passion incline;

May pardon this humble essay,

And smile on a fond Valentine !

I ask not wealth—the rich, we see,

Oft wretched ’midst their pelf:

Thy merit is enough for me;

A treasure in thy self.

Oh, had I bags of massy gold,

Those bags would I resign,

As mine, my charmer to behold,

And be her Valentine.

'Tis customary on this day,

For us a compliment to pay;

I therefore do to thee assign,

The title of my Valentine.