To a Lady

by Joseph Howe
Your little eyes, with which, fair maid,
Strict watch on me you're keeping,
Were never meant to look, I'm 'fraid
They're only fit for peeping.

Your little eyes, with which, fair maid,
Strict watch on me you're keeping,
Were never meant to look, I'm 'fraid
They're only fit for peeping.
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