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Yet all my skill
To have my will.
Has fail'd outright.
I marvel why
You wish to try
A city life;
Pleas'd as you were
With rural care,
And free from strife.
Manners and men
You'd better ken
Among the throng;
But the young breast
Is nurtur'd best
Mid Nature's song.
I've heard that those
Who pass for beaux,
In lofty stations,
