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? 4th ode of 2d book of Horace
? 4th ode of 2d book of Horace
     By Lord Townshend address'd to ? Andrews late
     By Lord Townshend address'd to lt Andrews late
?ort of Trinity College Dublin
?ort of Trinity College Dublin
Blest not, dear Andrew, nor disclaim
Blest not, dear Andrew, nor disclaim
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?or think my friend, because  I praise
?or think my friend, because  I praise
?er Breasts that gently fall & raise,
?er Breasts that gently fall & raise,
?r autumn hair, her radianr Eyes
?r autumn hair, her radiant Eyes
I envy your espousals:
I envy your espousals:



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? 4th ode of 2d book of Horace

   By Lord Townshend address'd to lt Andrews late

?ort of Trinity College Dublin Blest not, dear Andrew, nor disclaim Passion for a matchless dame. Who kindles in all hearts a flame

  By Beauty's magic force:

But though o're Dollys lovely head [su]mmers twice ten are scarcely fled it on account descreet she must refuse of course? ?hn, coeval with thy sire

with a blooming maid aspire

?d felt or feigned a lovers fire at seventy three or more; ?h who in Churchills Battles bled ?k a young virgin to his Bed, horrid dreams disturbed his head Though tottering at fourscore.

?trepid Lucas lame and old ?reft of Eyesight, health and gold a green Girl his passion told and clasped the youthful bride; ? prithee quiet this face of care ?t not your Looks presage despair, ? jovial, brisk and debonnaire,

     My Life you've not denied!

?or think my friend, because I praise ?er Breasts that gently fall & raise, ?r autumn hair, her radiant Eyes I envy your espousals:

No Rival passion fires my breast, Long since now amorous pains at rest; Nay more -- to prove what Ive professt Ill -- carry your proposals!