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And if they chance to prove with child,
or loſe their reputation,
O then ſets up a baudy houſe,
and that's their occupation.
Such bawds and bullies now turn'd thus,
oberve the diſmal ſtory,
By hangy's hands their lives they end,
and that's call'd Tyburn's Glory.
SYLVIA'S MARRIAGE.
SYlvia was tender, ſoft and young,
the wonder of the plain;
the theme of every ſhepherd's ſong,
and author of his pain.
To gaze on her, each am'rous boy
would waſte the live long day;
Let wolves his helpleſs lambs deſtroy,
and flocks unheaded ſtray.
But Sylvia, raſh, unthinking maid,
too fondly turn'd a wife;
Let all her blooming beauties fade,
and loſt the ſweets of life.
So on the tree the bluſhing roſe,
charms all beholding eyes;
But pluck'd and torn from whence it grows,
it withers, fades, and dies.
FINIS.
