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 Prithee quit that caprice, and as old Falſtaff ſays,
 * let's talk a little like folks of this world.

How can'ſt thou preſume thou haſt leave to deſtroy,
 * the beauties which Venus but lent to thy keeping?

Thoſe looks were deſign'd to inſpire love and joy;
 * more ordinary eyes may ſerve people for weeping.

To be vex'd at a trifle or two that I writ,
 * my judgement at once and my paſſion you wrong,

You take that for fact which will ſcarce be found wit;
 * on's life; muſt one ſwear to the truth of a ſong?

The God of us verſe-men you know child the—Sun,
 * how after his journey he lets up his reſt;

If at morning o'er earth 'tis his fancy to run,
 * at night he reclines on his Thetis's breaſt.

So when I quite wearied with wandering all day,
 * to thee my delight in the evening come;

No matter what beauties I meet in the way,
 * they were but my viſits, but thou art my home!

Then finiſh dear Chloe, this paſtoral war,
 * and let us like and  agree,

For thou art than Lydia, much brighter by far,
 * as he was a poet ſuperior to me.

Flaxen hended cow-boy, as ſimple as may be And next a ſimple plow-boy I whiſtled o'er the lee, But now a fancy footman, I ſtrut in worſted lace, And ſoon I'll be a butler, and wag my jolly face!