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On Mrs. Anne Prideaux, Daughter of Mr. Doctor Prideaux, Regius Professor
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Here lies kind Tom, thrust out of door
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On a Fair Lady's Yellow Hair, Powdered with White
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Shall I love again, and try
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Deep are the wounds which strike a virtuous name
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A Hapless shepherd on a day
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Caelia is gone, and now sit I
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A Round
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Amour
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Look as a bough cut lately from the rind
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