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A Proof of LOVE.
As Buxom Susan milk'd the brindl'd Cow,Young Ralph return'd from holding of the Plow:
Behind he catch'd her, and cry'd out, O Sue!
I love thee dearly!—by this Buss I do!
Then kiss'd her out of Breath: With wanton Joy
She clasp'd him round, and hugg'd the lusty Boy.
Her Cheeks with Pleasure glow, her Bubbies swell,
Why, Ralph! says she—
I did not think you lov'd me half so well!
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