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 For when I to Celia would speak, And on her Breast sigh what I mean; My Heart-Strings are ready to break, For their I find Mounsieur Le Chien, (Le Chien,) Le Chien, Mounsieur, Mounsieur Le Chien).

For knowledge of Modish Intrigues, Or managing well an Amour; I defie any one with two Legs, But here I am Rivall'd by four: Distracted all Night with my Wrongs, I cry, Cruel Gods! what d'ye mean! That what to my Merit belongs, You bestow upon Mounsieur Le Chien.

For Feature, or Niceness in Dress, Compare with him surely I can; Nor vainly my self should express, To say, I am much more a Man; To th' Government firm too as he, The former I cunningly mean; And if he Religious can be, I've as much sure as Mounsieur Le Chien.

But what need I publish my Parts, Or Idly my Passion relate; Since Fancy that Captivates Hearts, Resolves not to alter my Fate: I may Sing, Caper, Ogle, and Speak, And make a long Court, Ausi bien, And yet with one Passionate Lick, I'm out-Rivall'd by Mounsieur Le Chien.