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To Cupid now with hearty pray'r,
I offer'd many a vow,
And danc'd, & ſung, & ſigh'd, & ſwore,
as other lovers do:
But when I came to breath my flame,
I found her cold as ſtone,
I left the jilt, and tun'd my pipe,
to John of Badenyon.
3
When love had thus my heart betray'd,
with fooliſh hopes and vain,
To friendſhip's port I ſteer'd my courſe,
and laugh'd at lovers pain.
A friend I got by lucky chance,
'twas ſomething like divine,
An honeſt friend's a precious gift,
and ſuch a gift was mine.
And now whatever might betide,
a happy man was I;
In any ſtrait I knew to whom
I freely might apply:
A ſtrait ſoon came; I try'd my friend,
he heard and ſpurn'd my moan,
I turn'd away, and pleas'd myſelf,
with John of Badenyon.
4
I thought I would be wiſer next,
and would a patriot turn;
Began to doat on Johny Wilkes,
