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A COPY OF VERSES.
See the star-breasted villain to yonder cot bound,
Where the sweet honeysuckle entwines it around.
Yet sweeter, far sweeter, than flowers o’er the scene,
Is the poor hedger’s daughter, the pride of the green.
But more, never more, will she there please all eycs,
Her peace of mind withers, her happiness flies,
She pauses, sighs, trembles! and yet dares to roam,
The village born beauty, seduced from her home.
From a post ehaise and four she’s in London set down,
Where, robb’d of her virtue, she’s launched on the town,
Her carriage, her servants, and jewels so gay,
Tell how high she is kept, and o’er them bears the sway
At the Opera, the Playhouse, the Parks, and elsewhere
Her beauty out-rivals each beauty that’s there,
And while, big with envy, her downfall they tell,
The village born beauty o’er all bears the bell.
But soon, from indifference, eapriee, or what not,
She’s turned on the world, by her keeper forgot;
Yet fond to be flattered, and fettered in viec,
She’s this man’s or that as he comes to her price.
At lcngth growing stale, all her finery sold,
In the bloom of her youth through disease looking old,
Forsook by her lovers, and sought for no more,
The village born beauty becomes a street w———.
