English poem
THE American Mock-Bird, OR SONGSTER's DELIGHT, SONG CCXXI
by Anonymous
How few like you, would dare advise To trust the Town's deluding Arts; Where Love in daily Ambush lies, And triumphs over heedless Hearts!
How few, like us, would thus deny T'indulge the tempring dear Delight, Where daily Pleasures charm the Eye, And Joys superior crown the Night.
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