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Are jocund and gay, but all within measure
For fatal excess but enslaves the free soul.
Come come at our bidding to this happy wedding,
No care shall obtrude here our bliss to annoy.
Come see rural felicity
Which love and innocence e er enjoy.
THE SILLY YOUNG MAID.
COnfin’d in the house till the age of fifteen,
Not a man. but a clown, whom my face had yet seen;
An aunt to instruct me, a formal old maid,
And I, sil y I, beliv’d all she said
My aunt in the grave, to the town, I straight flew,
And instantly fond of its pleasures I grew;
The sparks flew around me wherever I went.
But I, silly I, could not guess what they meant.
They call’d me a goddess, and sighing declar d
That the toasts of the town were not like me so fair;
They vow’d and they swore, and my pity invok’d,
And I, silly I, believ’d all they spoke.
