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A RECEIPT to Cure the Vapours.
Written to Lady J---n. By the Same.
I
Why will Delia thus retire,And idly languish life away?
While the sighing crowd admire,
'Tis too soon for hartshorn tea.
II
All those dismal looks and frettingCannot Damon's life restore;
Long ago the worms have eat him,
You can never see him more.
III
Once again consult your toilette,In the glass your face review:
So much weeping soon will spoil it,
And no spring your charms renew.
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IV
I, like you, was born a woman,Well I know what vapours mean:
The disease, alas! is common;
Single, we have all the spleen.
V
All the morals that they tell us,Never cur'd the sorrow yet:
Chuse, among the pretty fellows,
One of honour, youth, and wit.
VI
Prithee hear him every morning,At the least an hour or two;
Once again at night returning—
I believe the dose will do.
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