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An Answer to the above Letter.
Dear Sylph,
You always please me when you flatter,Tho' now you very idly chatter:
I drop my Glove it's true, what then?
Such things are private Hints to Men;
And amongst other female Arts,
We drop our Gloves, to pick up Hearts.
Like Champions whom Poet's sing,
I threw my Gauntlet, in the Ring:
Nor can the Girl deserve rebuke,
That Challenge, and gains a Duke.
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