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You bid me try, blue eyes, to write a rondo. What, forthwith, to-night? Reflect! Some skill I have't is true, but thirteen lines, and rhymed on two. Refrain as well! Ah, hapless Still, there are five lines, ranged aright. These gallic bonds, I feared, would fright my easy muse. They did, till you, you bid me try. That makes them eight, the port's in sight. Tis all because your eyes are bright. Now just a pair to end in ooh! When maids command, what
can't we do? Behold, the rondo, tasteful, light, you bid me try.
