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Ah me ! how happy had I been,
If he had ne'er been wrapt therein.
Ba/ctv, my boy, &e.
Balow, my boy, I'll weep for thee ;
Too foon, alake, thou'lt weep for me :
Thy griefs are growing to a mm,
God grant thee patience when they come;
Born to fuftain thy mother's fhame,
A haplefs fate, a baftard's name.
Bcilow, my boy, lyjlillandjleep,
It grieves me fore to hear thee weep. X.
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She ralfe and hot ?ne in.
TH E night her filent fable wore,
And gloomy were the skies j
Of glitt'ring liars appear'd no more
Than thofe in Nelly 's eyes.
"When at her father's yate I knock'd,
Where I had often been,
She fhrowded only with her fmock,
Arofe and loot me in.
Faft lock'd within her clofe embrace,
She trembling flood afham'd ;
Her fwelling breaft and glowing face,
And evVy touch enflam'd.
My eager parTion I obey'd,
Refolv'd the fort to win ;
And her fond heart was foon betray \I
To yield and let me.
Then, then, beyond exprefling,
Tranfporting was the joy ;
I knew no greater bleffing,
So bleft a man was I.
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