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They tickl’d my pride, but my heart it was free,
And not one of them all was a conquest to me;
‘Till young Strephon advanc’d, and quickly he taught,
What I, silly I, till that moment ne’er thought.
With good breading and sense love he did declare,
Not like the vain fops who before did appear;
His expressions were sweet and sprung from his mind,
And I, happy I with young Strephon was join d
THE TELL TALE.
BLAB not what you ought to smother,
honour’s laws should sacred be;
Boasting favours from another,
ne er will favour gain with me,
Ne er will favour gain with me.
But inspir d with indignation,
