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O hither haste, and with thee bring
That beauty blooming like the spring,
Those graces that divinely shine,
And charm this ravish’d breast of mine.
pray goody.
Pray, Goody, please to moderate the rancour of your tongue,
Why flash those marks of fury from your eyes,
Remember when the judgment’s weak the prejudice is strong,
A stranger why will you despise?
Ply me, try me,
Prove e’er you deny me,
If you cast me off, you’ll blast me,
Never more to rise.
Pray, Goody, please, &c
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