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BEP(P.782.011
2 Feb 1782:22,23 (1/16)
THE CONTEST OF THE SEASONS; OR WINTER TRIUMPHANT.
Spring, summer and autumn had once a dispute,
Which season among them was most in repute:
Spring bragg'd of her nightingales singing all night,
And her lambkins that skip'd about, soon as 'twas light.
Old summer grew warm and said, 'twas enough.
That too often he had heard such common place stuff:
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When rough winter thus roar'd from the bleak frosty north:
Not one of you think winter merits reward,
Or that winter amusements are worthy regard.
You, Spring, brag of nightingales giving delight,
Ha'n't I fiddlers like them that can warble all night?
You talk too of lambkins that prettily skip it,
Don't my misses at T---'s as merrily trip it?
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Add to this, I've assemblies and balls, where the gay,
In spite of old Morpheus turn night into day:
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