PoemsBy Allan Ramsay . rinting it like their vile Trafb,The honexT: Lieges whillyM. Thus undone to LondonIt gade to my Difgrace,Sae pinipin and limpinIn Rags wis blutherd Face. Yet gleg-eyd Friends throw the DifguifeReceivd it as a dainty Prize For a it was fae havren,Gart Lmtoi take it to his Prefs,And dead it in a faraw new Drefs^ Syne took it to the tho it was made clean and braw3 Sae fair it had been blatherd Buff before them a%And aftentimes turnd doited-It grlevM me, and reavd meOf kindly Sleep and Reft,By Carlings and CodingsTo be fae fair opp:e& Wherefore to you,
PoemsBy Allan Ramsay . rinting it like their vile Trafb,The honexT: Lieges whillyM. Thus undone to LondonIt gade to my Difgrace,Sae pinipin and limpinIn Rags wis blutherd Face. Yet gleg-eyd Friends throw the DifguifeReceivd it as a dainty Prize For a it was fae havren,Gart Lmtoi take it to his Prefs,And dead it in a faraw new Drefs^ Syne took it to the tho it was made clean and braw3 Sae fair it had been blatherd Buff before them a%And aftentimes turnd doited-It grlevM me, and reavd meOf kindly Sleep and Reft,By Carlings and CodingsTo be fae fair opp:e& Wherefore to you, neer kend to guide ill,But wifely hadd the good Towns Bridle 3 m n 330 j My Cafe I plainly tell,And, as your ain, plead I may haveYour Word of Weight, when now I crave To guide my Gear my clean and fair the Type fhall be, The Paper like the Snaw,jNor fhall our Town think fhame wi me3When we gang far awa. Whats wanted, if grantedBeneath your honourd Wing,Baith hantily and cantilyYour Supplicant fhall fjng;. r<? C 33* ] BOaQOeaoeeoaeoaoooooaeoa Tofome young Ladies who had been dif-pleas d at a Gentleman s too imprudentlyafferting. That to be eondemnd to per-petual Virginity was the greateft Punifb-merit could be inflided on any of theirSex. WHether eondemnd t5 a Virgin StateBy the fuperior Powers,Would to your Sex prove cruel Fate,Im fure it would to ours. From you the numerous Nations fpringj Your Breafts our Beings fave,Your Beauties make the youthful fing, And footh the old and grave. Alas! how foon would every Wight Defpife both Wit and Arms ?To primitive old Chaos Night Wed fink without your Charm:;-, Nc* t 332 J No more our Breath would be our Care.; Were Love from us exild,Sent back to Heayen with all the Fair^ This World would turn a Wild. Regardlefs of thefe facred Ties,Wife, Husband, Father, Sou, All Government we would defpife,.And like wild Tygers run. Then, Ladies, pardon the MiftakesAnd with th accusd agree, I beg it for each Lovers fake,Low bended on m
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