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to lay all the blame of this whimsical opinion on the Young Lady Mama, said I, is cool and wise But Wisdom's self must trust her Eyes. - Chloe beseiged where'er she goes, By whining swains, or forward beaux, By age admir'd, by Youth carest, Diffusing with each randon smile The joy she feels within her breast, Seems just as bashful all the while As if the cunning Gypsy knew The praise she hears was not her due. At once, without a sigh can quit The joys of music, dancing, wit Well pleas'd at home, her days can spend Can in her Mother find a friend, With her in Study's toils engage Explore the grave historic page Nay e'en think Sermons most amusing If Sermons of her Mother chusing;
