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A SKETCH.
Made up of Instincts half, half Appetites,Ingenuous, winning, graceful, graceless, gay,
Her wingèd fancies, wheresoe'er they stray,
Find, yield, or make a thousand strange delights;
Then, ranging swift as sounds or lunar sprites,
For ever they desert, but ne'er betray:
To please was what they promised; not to stay:
No pledge they asked for; they conferred no rights—
Welcome them, Stranger, when they come; and say,
‘Away, sweet Wantons!’ when they fly away.
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