when i was young
reproach will rarely mend me
if i am left to need it
the breath of love must stir the tongue
if you would want me heed it
how often was i encouraged
for little fault and failings
which should have been at first suppressed
to save my after railings
when my heart did go astray
did you with passion smother?
did you not tear the charm away
and substitute no other
though it is pleasant to be led
if you who leads will measure
the hearts affection by the head
and make pursuit a pleasure
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