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NYC.769.037
22-29 Jun 1769:721 (1/9)
VERSES WRITTEN TO A FRIEND ON HIS MARRIAGE.
What!--has that heart, so wild, so roving
So prone to changing, sighing, loving,
Which widows, maids, attack'd in vain,
At last submitted to the chain?
Who is this paragon, this matchless she,
Has fix'd a weather-cock like thee?
THE REPLY.
I'll tell thee, friend, that heart so roving,
So prone to changing, sighing, loving,
No more with empty pleasures fir'd,
Is now to real bliss retir'd:
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