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Rh TO THE SIGHING STREPHON.

1.

pardon, my friend,

If my rhymes did offend,

Your pardon, a thousand times o'er;

From friendship I strove,

Your pangs to remove,

But, I swear, I will do so no more.

2.

Since your beautiful maid,

Your flame has repaid,

No more I your folly regret;

She's now most divine,

And I bow at the shrine,

Of this quickly reforméd coquette.

3.

Yet still, I must own,

I should never have known,

From your verses, what else she deserv'd;