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AWM.725.007
20-27 May 1725:21 (284)
A DREAM. Written by the Widow R------it.
In vain is all you speak, and all you write:
What avail manly charms, or manly wit?
For at my birth 'twas by the fates decreed
That I should never lay aside my weed:
'Till a tall youth shall at a ball be seen,
Whose legs are like the spring, all cloath'd in green
A yellow ribbon ties his long cravat,
And a large knot of yellow cocks his hat;
With yellow clusters dangling at his knee;
This is the man the fates ordain for me.
THE ANSWER. By a Lady.
Ribbons with ornaments, attire,
Were not your Ladyship's desire.
These are external graces, which
Could not your passions so bewitch.
Your dream of such fantastick things
Was not what frolick nature brings:
She's warm with fervent zeal for man,
(Deny it, Madam, if you can)
Mars, of a much more warlike mein,
Was nobler thought inspir'd love's Queen.
Sure gemini could ne'er prevail,
When you compos'd this tinsel tale.
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