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On my not bathing or walking at L--H--n. by -- 1 In vain my tortur'd brain I rack Her close confinement to divine If she escape, what lonely track Conceals her, from anxiety like mine? 2 What Matron's, captious, harsh command Augusta's sportive steps restrains Why is the fairest of the graceful band Alone, debarr'd the pleasure of the plains? 3 Her polish'd mind can nought require By what your paltry love would teach, Pallas and Phoebus her inspire With pow'rs beyond your vain pedantic reach. 4 Nor can your rigor ought impute Her blameless conduct to asperse Her candid innocence would quick confute The mean suspicion -- Virtue's frequent curse.
