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A TALE.

The wanton Loves one Holyday,
Contriv'd to get a little Play;
Mamma was visiting in Heaven,
And now it wa'n't much more than Seven:
To Cælia's Lodgings down they come,
And found the tender Nymph at Home:
In flew the Urchins, quick as Light,
And took their Fill of gay Delight;
The Nymph they minded all the while,
Softly speak, and sweetly smile.
They laugh'd and flutter'd up and down,
And leap'd and danc'd about her Gown;
Now bolder grown One upwards skips,
And perches on her balmy Lips;
Then all, enamour'd with her Face,
Crouded hard to get a Place.
Another with the Debonair
Flew up, and swung upon her Hair:
All perch'd about the matchless Dame,
And titt'ring play'd their wanton Game;
But One, endeav'ring with the Rest,
To gain the Chin, into her Breast
Fell down; the other little Croud,
That sat above, laugh'd out aloud;
The Fallen Cupid minded none,
But now recover'd, bolder grown,
Cry'd—sure you're on the merry Pin,
But, pray, let Others laugh, that win;
I fancy, there's None of you All,
But would be glad of such a Fall.