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Grapes with juice so crowded up, As breaking through their native cup, Figs, yet growing, candied o'er, By the sun's attracting power; Cherries, with the downy peach All within my easy reach; Whilst creeping near the humble ground, Should the strawberry be found Springing wheresoe'er I strayed Through those windings and that shade.

Give me there (since heaven has shewn It was not good to be alone) A partner suited to my mind, Solitary, pleased, and kind; Who, partially, may something see Preferred to all the world in me; Slighting by my humble side Fame and splendor, wealth and pride. Rh