no LOVE of FA M F Jy Sat, V.

The motion of her lips, and meaning eyePiece out the Idea her faint words deny,

O listen with attention most profound!

Her voice is but the shadow of a found.

And help! O help! her spirits are so dead,

One hand scarce lifts the other to her head.

If, there, a stubborn pin it triumphs o’er,

She pants! she finks away! and is no more,

Let the robust, and the gygantick carve,

Life is not worth so much, Ihe’d rather starve $But chew she must herself, ah cruel fate!

That Rosolinda can’t by proxy eat.

An antidote in female caprice lies(Kind Heav’n!) against the poyson of their eyes,

Thalestris triumphs in a manly mein,

Loud is her accent, and her phrase obscene,

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