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Sandy.
Oh ! my Katie's fo bright,
She's fo witty and gay ;
Love, join'd with the graces,
Around her looks play.
In her mean fhe's fo graceful,
In her humour fo free :
Sure the Gods never fram'd
A maid fairer than fhe.
Jamie.
Had my Sufis been there,
When thtjhepherd deelar v d
For the lady of Le?nnos,
She had loft his regard :
And, o'ercome by a pretence
More beauteouily bright,
He had own'd her undone,
As the darknefs by light.
Sand*
Not fair Helen of Greece,
Nor all the whole train.
Either of real beauties,
Or thofe poets feign,
Cou'd be match'd with my Katie^.
Whofe every fweet charm,
May conquer bell: judges,
And coldeft hearts warm.
Jamie.
Neither riches or honour,
Or any thing great,
Do I ask of the Gods ;
But that this be my fate,
That my Sufie to all
My kind wifhes comply :
For with her wou'd I live,
And with her I wou'd die.
Sandy,

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