Left for a Friend Where I Expected to Meet Him

The Father averse, and the Fair One unkind,
'Tis enough, my good Friend, to ruffle thy Mind——
Yet why keep thy Bed, and avoid Conversation?
Gods! are there no Women but her in the Nation?
Rise, pluck up thy Spirits, and finish thy Billet,
With keenest Invectives disdainfully fill it;
Then turn to some other, and be not so froward,
The Second may bend, tho' the First was untoward.
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