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Darting now here, now there, its pointed sting;
While he, impatient of the frequent smart,
Doth bound, and paw, and rear, and wince, and start,
And scours across the plain.—But nought doth bring
Relief to his sharp torment;—So do I,
Poor luckless wight! by Love's keen arrows gall'd,
From thee, my little pretty teazer-fly.
But, ah! in vain! there is in me no power
To shake thee off; nor art thou ever pall'd
With this thy cruel sport, in ball-room, bank, or bower.
LADY WORRYMORE.
CLERMONT.
LADY WORRYMORE.
CLERMONT.
LORD WORRYMORE.
CLERMONT.