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To a Child of Quality, Five Years O
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Lords, knights, and squires, the num'rous band, That wear the fair Miss Mary's fetters, Were summon'd by her high command, To show their passions by their letters.
My pen amongst the rest I took, Lest those bright eyes that cannot read Should dart their kindling fires, and look The pow'r they have to be obey'd.
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