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( 7 ) th the old man, O I was in a huff,

reckon'd to cut them assunder,

oking that they had been three soldiers in buff, come for to rifle and plunder.

they're my three daughters whom I do adore,

frighted from private diversion;

I put up my old rusty sword,

why should I be in a passion.

young maids that these lines revise,

go out and wash in the night;

of the boys that are hid in the trees,

that they surprise you with fright.





THE GENEROUS SOUL.

ET Epicures boast of their delicate feasts,

let drunkards enjoy their full bowl;

senst gives content tho' but homely the fare,

l stile it the feast of the Soul

result from an earnest desire

amuse and enliven the whole;

pleasure is mine, and I'll strive to inspire

same in each Generous Soul.

mostly pedantic may boast of his power,

generous thought to controul;

stoical apathy, reason ne’er checks

social delights of the Soul.

beneficent hand of kind Nature has spread

profusion of sweets through the whole;

who would refuse of her bounties to taste

t a sour and a splendid Soul.