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EPIGRAM.
Betty!
you're Pretty, 'tis allow'd;
Betty! your Shape is wond'rous good:
Your MANNER is not reckon'd ill:
You're Vertuous, Rich; you've Wit at Will.
Betty! your Shape is wond'rous good:
Your MANNER is not reckon'd ill:
You're Vertuous, Rich; you've Wit at Will.
Yet, Pretty Bess, I must say for you,
Most Folk dislike, and some abhor you:
Now! how this comes to pass, dear Bess,
The Devil's in't if you can't guess.
Most Folk dislike, and some abhor you:
Now! how this comes to pass, dear Bess,
The Devil's in't if you can't guess.
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