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My Tale is every bit a Moral,
A hint for delicate complexions,
Black, brown, and fair, or red as coral,
May benefit by my reflections.
In artifice, most of us deal;
And ladies, that affect fine feelings,
Mean to declare how fine they feel,
All over in their tender dealings.
“Reach me that peach,” said I, “my dear,
It sets my teeth on edge,” said Prue,
“It makes me feel all over queer,
Has it not that effect on you?”

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“Your teeth on edge, my dear! I understand—
I would not give the creature any quarter;
When you have got Eve's fruit into your hand,
Miss, I suppose,” said I, “your mouth must water.”
Prue redden'd, not from shame, but spite;
“I see,” said I, “my guess is right.”