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Thou little four-leg'd paltry varlet It makes my colour rise like scarlet |
To see thee jump upon a knee Where I would give the world to be; |
Nay, I could name the very time When I beheld that nose of thine |
Approach those lips which once to kiss I felt the height of all my bliss. |
These eyes have seen thy head at rest Upon my lovely Delia's breast; |
A breast from beauty's model made Where all the loves & graces play'd. |
I've seen thee gaze upon those eyes Where roguish Cupid ever lyes |
And meet a glance so soft - so kind That envy fill'd my aching mind. |
Spadille, in pity to my pain Attempt thy pertness to restrain - |
It hurts my soul to see a waste Of fondness thou canst never taste. |
Could I but take thy envied place |
I'd gaze upon her lovely face Till all inflamed with her charms |
Around her neck I'd throw my arms And riot in a sea of blisses While giving & receiving kisses. |
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