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Show 27 ;| APPENDIX Condemn'd to sorrow all my life, must Ha Ne'er make you laugh, becauseI make you cry [ youl Madam (say they) your face denotes your hear fipt "Tis yours to melt us in the mournful part Bt So from the looks, our hearts they prudish deem There Alas ! poor souls f we are not what we seem Though prudence oft our inclination smothers W grave ones love a jok And thena as well as others From such dull stuff' what profit can you reap Bat You cry-'tis very fine !-(yawns) and fall asleep Besili Happy that bard blest with uncommon art The o Whose wit can chear, and not corrupt the heart O Happy that play'r, whose skill can chase the spleen 1aDI And leave no worse inhabitant within Oir Char Norva - "Mongst friends, our author is a modes man But wicked wits will cavil at his plan T; T Damn it (says one) this stuff' will never pass H‘W I8 Prud The girl wants nature, and the rake's an ass Ha |