II.
Like me thou art an empty Form,
Like me alone, thou’rt made;
Like me delusive seem’st a Man,
But only art a Shade.
Tuns in Cambridge, Window facing a certain Alderman’s in the Market.
Is Molly Fr—— immortal? ——No.
She is; and I will prove her so.
She’s fifteen now, and was, I know,
Fifteen, full fifteen Years ago.