To thee and thy deservings. That last strain

As we whom thou hast left! That wish was cold.

O far more aged and wrinkled, till folks say,

Ungrateful Emma, to grow up so fast,

"This Dame, for length of days, and virtues rare,

That99lib.net speaks thee Twenty-One. Thou shouldst have still

Beneath my heedless eyes! in vain I rack

Their Pride grown up to womans grave estate.

Gambold about our house, as in times past.

The friends which nature grudged. And thｗｗｗ.９９ｌｉb•ｎｅｔou wilt find,

Had too much sorrow in it. fill again

Thou shouldst have had about thee on this day

But they have died, and left thee, to advance

After some thirty years, spent in such bliss

Or make such, Emma, if I am not blin９9liｂ.ｎｅｔd

Crown me a cheerful goblet, while I pray

Young, but no more a child. How swift have flown

Another cheerful goblet, while I say

Looking upon thee reverend in decay,

My fancy to believe the almanac,

Something of joy entire, mayst thou九_九_藏_书_网 grow old

"Health, and twice health, to our lost Isola."

Fond Runagate, be this thy punishment:

To me thy girlish times, a woman grown

Kind looks of Parents, to congratulate

With her respected Grandsire may compare."

Hastening t九*九*藏*书*网o leave thy friends!--for which intent,

Thy fortunes how thou mayst, and owe to chance

remaind a child, and at thy sovereign will

A blessing on thy years, young Isola;

As this earth can afford, where still we miss

Grandchild of that respected Isola,