We’ll never come here again;
And let her alone remain.
J. S.
R. S. 17 July.
1722. very truly.
I do not complain of my Phillis,
Because I know what her proud Will is;
For I know how she’ll rant,
And I know what I want;
G--d d---n her old Aunt;
I stand here, and wait for her, That still is.