XXXI.

And one or two sad, separate wives, without

A fruit to bloom upon their withering bough—

Begged to bring up the little girl, and "out"

For that's the phrase that settles all things now,

Meaning a virgin's first blush at a rout,

And all her points as thorough-bred to show:

And I assure you, that like virgin honey

Tastes their first season (mostly if they have money).

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