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6 The power of verse too languid prove,

all similar in vain

To show ardently I love

or to relieve my pain.

The faint with ardent zeal inspir'd,

for heaven and joys divine

The faint is not with rapture fir'd,

more pure, more warm than mine,

I take what liberty I dare,

'twere impious to say more,

Convey my lodgings to the fair,

The Godess I adore

NOBODY COMING TO MARRY ME

night the dogs did bark,

And I prep't out to tee,

WheaWhen [sic] I saw a lively young spark,

But he was not looking for me.

And it's oh dear what shall become of me?

Oh dear! what shall I do?

Nobody coming to marry me

Nobody coming to woo.