When beauteous Pringle shines confest,
And gently heaves her swelling breast,
Her raptured partner still at gaze,
Pursuing through each winding maze;
Say, youth, and canst thou keep secure
Thy heart from conquering beauty’s power?
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For me, my happier lot decrees
The joys of love that constant please....
My Hume, my beauteous Hume, constrains