The Works of Peter Pindar [i.e. John Wolcot] ... With a Copious Index. To which is prefixed Some Account of his Life. In Four Volumes |
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 | The Works of Peter Pindar [i.e. John Wolcot] |  |
A BALLADE.
The maid who pants for lover's sighs,
Doth lay for her own peace a snare;
She rues the conquests of her eyes,
And mourns that she was ever fair:
Doth lay for her own peace a snare;
She rues the conquests of her eyes,
And mourns that she was ever fair:
Then, lasses, mind the proverb well,
‘Too oft the pitcher went to well.’
‘Too oft the pitcher went to well.’
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Where Beauty doth display its rose,
In tribes the busy swains are found;
And where the richest nect'rine grows,
The hungry flies will buzz around:
In tribes the busy swains are found;
And where the richest nect'rine grows,
The hungry flies will buzz around:
Then, lasses, mind the proverb well,
‘Too oft the pitcher went to well.’
‘Too oft the pitcher went to well.’
| The Works of Peter Pindar [i.e. John Wolcot] | |