TO E. E. & c.
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When maids depart from Dian's secret grove And doff their calicoes for pantaloons, Or in the tragic buskin coarsely move, And deal their stabs in scurrilous lampoons, How little man regards-but Decency- How many tear escapes her piteous eye.