Song XCIV., p. 344.

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FAir Amoret is gone astray, 

Pursue, and seek her, ev’ry lover; 

I’ll tell the signs by which you may 

The wandring shepherdess discover. 


Coquet and coy at once her air, 

Both study’d, tho’ both seem neglected; 

Careless she is with artful care, 

Affecting to seem unaffected. 


With skill her eyes dart ev’ry glance, 

Yet change so soon you’d ne’er suspect ‘em; 

For she’d persuade they wound by chance, 

Tho’ certain aim and art direct them. 


She likes her self, yet others hates, 

For that which in herself the prizes; 

And while she laughs at them, forgets 

She is the thing that she despises. 

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