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EPIGRAM.
My Chloe's as fickle, and light as a Feather,Yet I love her to Death; prithee, Dick, shou'd I wed Her?
That a Feather shou'd teaze you, quoth Dick, is not strange;
T'other Day, as I happen'd to pass thro' the Grange,
I saw Master Cupid from Doves and from Sparrows,
A-pilfering Feathers to stick in his Arrows.
The Urchin thus shoots You, then plucks out his Dart,
And leaves You the Feather to tickle your Heart.
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