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Fame, like a wayward girl, will still be coy / To those who woo her with too slavish knees, / But makes surrender to some thoughtless boy, / And dotes the more upon a heart at ease; / She is a Gipsy, -- will not speak to those / Who have not learnt to be content without her; / A Jilt, whose ear was never whisper'd close, / Who thinks they scandal her who talk about her; / A very Gipsy is she, Nilus-born, / Sister-in-law to jealous Potiphar; / Ye lovesick Bards! repay her scorn for scorn; / Ye Artists lovelorn! madmen that ye are!
Make your best bow to her and bid adieu, / Then, if she likes it, she will follow you.