Be quiet, Sir! Begone, I say!
Lord bless us! How you romp and tear!
There!
I swear!
Now you left my bosom bare!
I do not like such boisterous play,
So take that saucy hand away -
Why now, you're ruder than before!
Nay, I'll be hanged if I comply -
Fie!
I'll cry!
Oh - I can't bear it - I shall die!
I vow I'll never see you more!
But - are you sure you've shut the door?
Mary Montagu
pindaro
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