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| THUS Kitty, beautiful and young, | |
| And wild as colt untamed, | |
| Bespoke the fair from which she sprung, | |
| With little rage inflamed: | |
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| Inflamed with rage at sad restraint, | 5 |
| Which wise mamma ordained, | |
| And sorely vex’d to play the saint, | |
| Whilst wit and beauty reign’d. | |
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| “Shall I thumb holy books, confined | |
| With Abigails, forsaken? | 10 |
| Kitty’s for other things design’d, | |
| Or I am much mistaken. | |
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| “Must Lady Jenny frisk about, | |
| And visit with her cousins? | |
| At balls must she make all the rout, | 15 |
| And bring home hearts by dozens? | |
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| “What has she better, pray, than I? | |
| What hidden charms to boast, | |
| That all mankind for her should die, | |
| Whilst I am scarce a toast? | 20 |
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| “Dearest mamma, for once let me, | |
| Unchain’d, my fortune try; | |
| I’ll have my Earl as well as she, | |
| Or know the reason why. | |
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| “I’ll soon with Jenny’s pride quit score, | 25 |
| Make all her lovers fall; | |
| They’ll grieve I was not loosed before: | |
| She, I was loosed at all!” | |
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| Fondness prevail’d,—mamma gave way: | |
| Kitty, at heart’s desire, | 30 |
| Obtain’d the chariot for a day, | |
| And set the world on fire. | |
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