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38 That ever witness'd rural loves;

Then if my passion fail to please

Next night I'll be content to freeze;

No more I'll give a loose to laughter,

But curse my fate, for ever after.

TO A BEAUTIFUL QUAKER.

girl! though only once we met,

That meeting I shall ne'er forget;