He. When first my Biddy love profest br My rapture ran so high br Not Gentle S---s fondly prest br To beautious G---s panting breast br Was half so blest as I br She. When first my bard you taught my name br To sound in Song divine br Not S---s exalted fame br Tho S---s a P--- aim br I wishd instead of mine br He. But now the Muse thy late delight br You See thy rival prove br For night & day & day & night br To write & read & read & write br Is all ye life I love br She Forlorn yet senceless of ye pain br I to the Mirrour fly br Survey my self am Justly vain br And but I know my self again br For that dear face coud dy br He. But shoud thy Bard no longer pore br Wilt thou forsake thy glass br If I admire my works no more br Wilt thou to court thy shade give o're br And all be as it was br She Since none but we our rivals are br And none the lovers too br Be fond or void of am'rous care br I fond or vain of being fair br Yet both are ever true.