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258 A C O L L E G T I O H
Much riches indeed didn't f;t!l to their fliare,
:'hey kept a fmall farm and a mill :
Bv: r'.dly content with what they did get.
They knew not of guile or of arts.
One daiv:,hter they had, jnd her name it was Bet,
And (he was the pride of their hearts.
Kut- brown were her locks, her fhape it was" freight,,
H-er eyes were as black as a floe,
Miik white were her teeth, full fmart were her gait,
And {leek was her fliin as a doe :
All thick were the clouds^ acid the rain it did pour.
No bit of true blue could be fpy'd
A child wet and cold came and knocked at the doorj>
its mamma it had loll, and it cry'd.
Yonng Bet was as rnild as a morning in May,
The bab (he hug'd clofe to her breaft.
She chaf'd him all o'er, and he fmii'd as he lay,.
She k'fs'd him and lull'd Mm to reft :
But who do yon think fhe had got for her prize ?
Why Love the fly n)aiier of arts :
Ko fooner he wak'd but hedrop'd his difguife.
And. fliew''d her his wings and his darts :
Qjjoth he, I a™ Love, but Oh, be not afraid^
Tho' ail I make (liake at my wiil,
So good and To kind have been my fair rnaid,
No harm fiiall yon feel from niy fkill ;
My mother ne'er <Jealt with fuch^ fondnefs by me^,
A friend you ftjail find in me ftill :
Take my quiver and (boot, be greater than fiieg,
Tile Venus of Totierdowii fi.iil.