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POEMS.
But since I find, his friends most true
Have reason most his spite to rue,
I'll take dear-bought Conviction's sage advice,
And drive him from my breast away:
He shall no more my trust betray,
But be the slave of him who bids the highest price.
Have reason most his spite to rue,
I'll take dear-bought Conviction's sage advice,
And drive him from my breast away:
He shall no more my trust betray,
But be the slave of him who bids the highest price.
Observe, whoe'er shall buy this boy,
This offspring of Despair and Joy,
May have besides, (I've use for them no more)
A lot of jealous doubts and fears,
Of fainting Virtue's last pure tears,
Of treacherous smiles, and oaths which perjured lovers swore:
This offspring of Despair and Joy,
May have besides, (I've use for them no more)
A lot of jealous doubts and fears,
Of fainting Virtue's last pure tears,
Of treacherous smiles, and oaths which perjured lovers swore:
Of torches, their unsteady fires
Kindled by sweet Fifteen's desires;
Of hopes created by a guileful sigh;
Of worn-out wings; of broken darts,
Whose points still rankle in the hearts
Of fond forsaken maids!—Come buy! come buy! come buy!
Kindled by sweet Fifteen's desires;
Of hopes created by a guileful sigh;
Of worn-out wings; of broken darts,
Whose points still rankle in the hearts
Of fond forsaken maids!—Come buy! come buy! come buy!
