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To Mistress Dobson he preferr'd his suit;
There proved his service, there address'd his vows,
And saw her mistress—friend—protectress—spouse;
A butler now, he thanks his powerful bride,
And, like her keys, keeps constant at her side.
Next at our altar stood a luckless pair,
Brought by strong passions and a warrant there;
By long rent cloak, hung loosely, strove the bride,
From ev'ry eye what all perceived to hide;