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Scenes of woe and scenes of pleasure!
Scenes that former thoughts renew;
Scenes of woe and scenes of pleasure,
Now a sad and last adieu!

Katherine Ogie.

As walking forth to view the plain,
Upon a morning early,
While May's sweet scelt did cheer my brain
From flowers which grow sae rarely:
I chanc'd to meet a pretty maid,
She shin'd though it was fogie,
I ask'd her name: Sweet Sir, she said,
My name is Kath'rine Ogie.

I stood a while, and did admire,
To see a nymph so stately;
So brisk an air there did appear
In this dear maid so nearly.
Such nat'rul sweetness she display'd,
Like lilies in a bogie;
Diana's self was ne'er array'd
Like this same Kath'rine Ogie.

Thou flower of females, Beauty's queen,
Who sees thee, sure must prize thee;
Though thou art dress'd in robes but mean,
Yet these cannot disguise thee: