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Should we dully resist, yet would each take upon herTo beseech us to do't, and engage us in Honour,

O ye Powers above ! who of Mortals take care,

Make Women less cruel, more found, or less fair.

Is it just, cruel Fate with Love should conspire,

And our-be burnt, by our Hearts taking Fire ?

S2S2&! LNAAL'L'LL-BLrWNZ-Z-L-ZWLWLrA DREAM.

V | 'Was when the fable Mantle of the NightX Had clos’d the Day, and chas’d away the Light !’Twas when the Raven and the Owl beginsTo make Mens ‘Conscience tremble for their Sins;Methought I then went armed to my Dear,

Ready to pay what I had pmmis'd her.

Methought I found her prostrate on her Bed,

Only her Smock cov’ring her Maidenhead ;

I heav’d it up, sweet Linnen, by your Favour;

I felt, but how ijy moisten’d Fingers then did savour 1I iook’d, and saw. the blind Boy 's happy Cloister,

Arch’d on both Sides, lie gaping like an Oyster;

I had a Tool before me, which I putUp to the Quick, and strait the Oyster shut:

It slvut, and clung so fast at ev’ry Stroke,

As does the loving Ivy to the Oak;

I thrust it hard, and still was in some Hope ;

The Liquor came, but yet it would not ope ;

And then I fainted ; but at second BoutIt open'd, and made Way to let me out.

It gap’d, and would have made a dead Man skipTo see it mump, and wag its upper Lip :

Thus I awak’ts; mock’d by my lustful Brain,

I felt my Belly wet, and slept again.

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