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ANACREONTIC.

Fie, Sylvia! why so gravely look
Because a kiss or two I took?
Those luscious lips might thousands grant—
Rich rogues that never feel the want.
So little in a kiss I see,
A hundred thou mayst take from me.
But since, like misers o'er their store,
Thou hat'st to give, though running o'er;
I scorn to cause the slightest pain,
So pr'ythee take them back again;
Nay, with good int'rest be it done—
Thou'rt welcome to take ten for one.