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Thus you see, my good friends, what a whimsies
creature
Was form'd in a frolic by old Madam Nature.
The world ever since has bsen teaz'd with these
creatures,
Well known by their stiff formal strut,
Their dull downcast looks, crabbed vinegar features,
And dress of true bachelor cut ;
The bright blaze of beauty can't warm their cold clay,,
Dislik'd by maid, widow, and wife,
In a kind of half stupor the days pass away,
Ot these blanks in the lottery of life ;
Thus curtail'd of pleasure, a stranger to love,
The fusty old batchelor's destin'd to rove.
Yes, the old bachelor,
The fusty old bachelor.
What's an old bachelor like ?
A ship without a sail,
A cat. without a tail,
Cellar without the wine-o, I
Purse without the rhino,
A watch without a chain,
A skull without a brain;
Thus you see, my good friends, what a whimsical
creature
Was form'd in a frolic by old Madam Nature.
Now mark, if the sexes in number agree,
As some queer philosophers think ;
(Full many a damsel's soft heart, I foresee,
At this part of my story will sink) :
As two wives at once men are not here allow'd,
Unless their suit parliament aids,
And as bachelors stupid our streets daily crowd 3
Jt follows there must be old maids.

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