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PHillis the fairest of love’s foes,
Tho’ fiercer than a dragon,
Phillis that scorn’d the powder’d beaux,
What has she now to brag on?
What has she now to brag on?
What has she, &c.
So long she kept her limbs so close,
Till they have scarce a rag on.
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Compell’d thro’ want, the wretched maid
Did sad complaints begin,
Which surly Strephon hearing, said,
It was both shame and sin,
It was both shame and sin,
It was both, &c.
To pity such a lazy jade,
Wou’d neither kiss nor spin.
