Epigram 32
'Tis strange, Prudilla , you accuse
Of too much Warmth my wanton Muse ,
While you read on with all your Spite ,
And Practise , what I only Write .
Of too much Warmth my wanton Muse ,
While you read on with all your Spite ,
And Practise , what I only Write .
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