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TO A YOUNG LADY, WHO REQUESTED THE AUTHOR TO WRITE SOMETHING ON HER.
You bid me write on that fair face;
Well pleas'd I take the them;
But when I would recount each grace,
I'm puzzled in th' extreme.
Well pleas'd I take the them;
But when I would recount each grace,
I'm puzzled in th' extreme.
Flattery, dear ---, I cannot bear;
I write, and speak, the truth;
I know you good, I think you fair,
Blest with the charms of youth.
I write, and speak, the truth;
I know you good, I think you fair,
Blest with the charms of youth.
But yet forgive me, if I say,
Should I each thought aver,
None are so good, but that they may,
At some times, greatly err.
Should I each thought aver,
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At some times, greatly err.
Pardon me, when these lines you see,
And know me for a friend;
Who thinks, whate'er your faults may be,
You've sense, and power, to mend.
And know me for a friend;
Who thinks, whate'er your faults may be,
You've sense, and power, to mend.
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