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Advice to the Ladies.
1
Who now regards Chloris, her Tears, and her Whining,Her Sighs, and fond Wishes, and aukward Repining?
What a pother is here, with her am'rous Glances,
Soft Fragments of Ovid, and Scraps of Romances?
2
A nice Prude at fifteen! and a Romp in decay!Cold December affects the sweet Blossoms of May;
To fawn in her Dotage, and in her Bloom spurn us,
Is to quench Love's Torch, and with Touchwood to burn us.
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3
Believe me (dear Maids) there's no way of evading,While ye pish, and cry nay, your Roses are fading:
Tho' your Passion survive, your Beauty will dwindle,
And our dying Embers can never rekindle.
4
When bright in your Zeniths we prostrate before ye,When ye set in a Cloud, what Fool will adore ye?
Then ye Fair be advis'd, and snatch the kind Blessing,
And shew your good Conduct by timely Possessing.
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