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Our bodies are like ermine fair,
As black as jet our eyes;
But tho‘ so like in every feature,
We rival brothers be;
Yet so obdurate is our nature,
We often disagree.
Sometimes we play the friendly part,
And sometimes act the foe,
Now transient happiness impart,
Then cause a future woe.
Thousands by us have curs‘d their fate ,
Plung'd in the gulph of sin;
Happy the youth who shuns the bait
And dreads the fatal gin.
A DOLL
Like Lady Patch, in different dress,
I either sex can ape;
And like her all mankind confess,
Have comeliness and shape
Had she the innocence of me,
And I her air and parts.
She would a perfect goddess be,
And I should gain more hearts.
THE MOON.
There was a thing a full month old,
When Adam was no more;
But ere that thing was five weeks old,
Adam was years live-score.
A PIN CUSHION.
Tho' you seem of me fond—for my safety provide,
And when you walk out take me close by your side;
Yet you oft use me ill, which I take in good part,
