To Two Young Ladies, Who Retir'd to Live Together
What strange Device is this ye've made,
The Bonds of Hymen to evade,
And drive alone a sep'rate Trade?
Mourn then, ye Beaux , mourn every Swain!
The Arts of Love ye Learn in vain:
The Fair are to the Fair grown true,
And Beauty does it self subdue!
The Bonds of Hymen to evade,
And drive alone a sep'rate Trade?
Mourn then, ye Beaux , mourn every Swain!
The Arts of Love ye Learn in vain:
The Fair are to the Fair grown true,
And Beauty does it self subdue!
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