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Orpheus Caled^nius. 6i
Syne frae your Arms fhe'U rin away,
And hide herfelf in fome dark Nook.
Her Laugh will lead you to the Place,
Where lies the Happinefs ye want.
And plainly tell you to your Face,
Nineteen na-fays are hafFa Grant;
Now to her heaving Bofom cling.
And fweetly toolie foraKifs :
Frae her fair Finger whoop a Ring,
As Taiken of a future Blifs.
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Thefe Bennifons, Tm very fure,
Are of the Gods indulgent Grant : »
Then, furly Carles, whilht, forbear
To plague us with your whinning Cant.
XXIX.

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