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(170) Page 150 - Haste, my Nanette, my lovely maid
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Which me, forbidden, longs to know,
Is powder, pocket-glafs, and beau.
Be to her virtues very kind, ■:■.."..
Be tp her faults a little blind ;
Let all her ways.be unconfin'd,
And clap your padlock on her mind.
HAste, my Nanette, my lovely maid,
Hafte to the bow'r thy love has made ;
For thee alone I made the bower,
And ipread the couch with many a flower-
None but my fheep ihall near us come,
Venus be prais'd, my Iheep are dumb ;.
Great god of love, take thou my crook,
To keep the wolf from Nanette's flock.
THE man that in his breaft contains
A heart which no loofe act arraigns ;
Indian ting pleafure's ground may tread,
Where love and youthful fancy lead ;
May toy and laugh, may dance and ling,
While jocund life is in her ipring.
When cynics rail, and pedants frown,
Their rigid maxims I difown ;
I fmile to fee their angry brow,
And hate the gloomy, felfhli crew ;
In their defpite, I'll laugh and fing,
WhUe jocund life is in her fpring. 7

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