Epigram

Betty! you're Pretty , 'tis allow'd;
Betty! your Shape is wond'rous good:
Our MANNER is not reckon'd ill:
You're Vertuous, Rich; you've Wit at Will.

Yet, Pretty Bess , I must say for you,
Most Folk dislike, and some abhor you:
How! how this comes to pass, dear Bess ,
The Devil's in't if you can't guess.
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