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To the LADIES.
Fair! Wise! and Good! on You these Numbers wait:They hope: they fear:—for You to them are Fate.
While You approve, let snarling Critics blame;
In vain their Spleen:—Your Smiles are more than Fame:
But should You frown, no Joy their Praise can give:
Unblest by You, 'tis Punishment to live.
I am;
LADIES,
Your most Devoted Servant,
Henry Baker.
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