fac'd its lovely form,
unless your shelter ward th' impending storm.
our sed right—but needless here is caution,
to keep that right inviote's the fashion;
each man of sense has it so full before him,
he'd die before he'd wrong it—'tis de.—
there was, indeed, in far less polish'd days,
a time, when rough rude man had naughty ways,
would swagger, swear, get drunk, kick up a riot,
nay even thus invade a dy's quiet.
now, thank our stars! those gothic times are fled;
now, well-bred men—and you are all well-bred—
most justly think (and
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