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The power of verse too languid prove,
all similar in vain
To show ardently I love
or to relieve my pain.
The faint with ardent zeal inspir'd,
for heaven and joys divine
The faint is not with rapture fir'd,
more pure, more warm than mine,
I take what liberty I dare,
'twere impious to say more,
Convey my lodgings to the fair,
The Godess I adore
NOBODY COMING TO MARRY ME
Last night the dogs did bark,
And I prep't out to tee,
Whea I saw a lively young spark,
But he was not looking for me.
And it's oh dear what shall become of me?
Oh dear! what shall I do?
Nobody coming to marry me
Nobody coming to woo.
