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My first moves round yet never changes place My next is Nature's ornament and grace My third moves cheifly when we least are stirring And speaks [[underline]] the loudest when we're [[/underline]] out of hearing. By Mr. XXXX upon my having beaten him several times at Chess. --- Margate/ 90 Too often foil'd (fair Vict'ress) now I yeild The proud & well-earn'd Laurels of the field -- With humbled prowess at your feet I fall Nor hope to combat that which conquers all. Yet more your glances than your skill o'erthrew And beauty more than genius works my woe. Your charms entangle, not your plans surprize Nor is your [[underline]] art the victor, - [[/underline]] but your Eyes. When my first doth blow Then my next doth go Now my [[underline]] third you [[/underline]] know.
