Song XXXIX., p.286.

[Tea-Table Miscellany Contents]

PIous Selinda goes to prayers, 

If I but ask the favour; 

And the tender fool’s in tears, 

When she believes I’ll leave her. 

– 

Would I were free from this restraint, 

Or else had hopes to win her; 

Would she cou’d make of me a saint, 

Or I of her a sinner. 

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