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I'll give, but not the full-blown rose, Or rose-bud more in fashion; Such short-liv'd off'rings but disclose A transitory passion.

I'll give thee something yet unpaid,
Not less sincere than civil:

I'll give thee-ah! too charming maid
I'll give thee to the devil.

STANZAS ON WOMAN.

When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray, What charm can sooth her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away?

The only art her guilt to cover,

To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom-is, to die.

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LINES,

Inserted in the Morning Chronicle of April 3, 1800,

E'EN have you seen, bath'd in the morning dew, The budding rose its infant bloom display; When first its virgin tints unfold to view,

It shrinks, and scarcely trusts the blaze of day.

So soft, so delicate, so sweet she came,

Youth's damask glow just dawning on her cheek; Igaz'd, I sigh'd, I caught the tender flame,

Felt the fond pang, and droop'd with passion. weak.

SONG,

Intended to have been sung in the Comedy of "She Stoops to Conquer."

AH me! when shall I marry me?
Lovers are plenty, but fail to relieve me.
He, fond youth, that could carry me,
Offers to love, but means to deceive me.

But I will rally and combat the ruiner:
Not a look, not a smile, shall my passion discover;
She that gives all to the false one pursuing her,
Makes but a penitent, and loses a lover.

SONG.

WEEPING, murmuring, complaining,
Lost to ev'ry gay delight;
Myra, too sincere for feigning,

Fears th' approaching bridal night.

Yet why impair thy bright perfection!
Or dim thy beauty with a tear?
Had Myra followed my direction,
She long had wanted cause of fear.

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