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Lord Boyle's Answer to the foregoing Verses.
No Air of Wit, no beautcous Grace I boast;My Charms are native Innocence at most.
Alike thy Pencil, and thy Numbers charm,
Glad ev'ry Eye, and ev'ry Bosom warm.
Mature in Years, if e'er I chance to tread,
Where Vice, triumphant, rears aloft her Head,
Ev'n there the Paths of Virtue I'll pursue,
And own my fair and kind Director You.
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