LADY MARY this Day is thirty four,
(We shan’t dispute a Year or more)
However Lady Mary be not troubled,
Although thy Size and Years are doubled,
Since first I saw Thee at Sixteen.
The brightest Virgin on the Green,
So little is thy
Form declin’d
Made up so largely in thy Mind.
Oh, woud it please the Gods to split
Thy Beauty, Size, and Years, and Wit,
No Age could furnish out a
Pair Of Nymphs so graceful,
Wise and fair
With half the Lustre of your Eyes,
With half your Wit, your Years and Size:
And then before it grew too late,
How should I beg of gentle Fate,
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