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To MR. C.
St James 's Place. London , October 22.
Few words are best; I wish you well:
Bethel, I'm told, will soon be here:
Some morning-walks along the Mall,
And evening-friends will end the year.
Bethel, I'm told, will soon be here:
Some morning-walks along the Mall,
And evening-friends will end the year.
If, in this interval, between
The falling leaf and coming frost,
You please to see, on Twit'nam green,
Your friend, your poet, and your host;
The falling leaf and coming frost,
You please to see, on Twit'nam green,
Your friend, your poet, and your host;
For three whole days you here may rest
From office, business, news, and strife:
And (what most folks would think a jest)
Want nothing else, except your wife.
From office, business, news, and strife:
And (what most folks would think a jest)
Want nothing else, except your wife.
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