Several Occasions.
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I never could have thought, I swear,
To find so great a Sland'rer there!
To find so great a Sland'rer there!
False Thing! thy Malice I defy!
Beaux vow I'm fair—who never lye;
More brittle far than brittle thou,
Would every Grace of Woman grow,
If Charms so great so soon decay,
The bright Possession of a Day!
But this I know, and this declare,
That thou art false, and I am fair.
Beaux vow I'm fair—who never lye;
More brittle far than brittle thou,
Would every Grace of Woman grow,
If Charms so great so soon decay,
The bright Possession of a Day!
But this I know, and this declare,
That thou art false, and I am fair.
The Glass was vex'd to be bely'd,
And thus with angry Tone reply'd:
And thus with angry Tone reply'd:
No more to me of Falshood talk,
But leave your Oatmeal and your Chalk!
But leave your Oatmeal and your Chalk!
'Tis
