The FRIEND in Disgrace. A DIALOGUE. Mary Leapor Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T127827 p. 413 K101776.000 Leapor, Mrs. (Mary), 1722-1746. Poems upon several occasions: By Mrs. Leapor of Brackley in Northamptonshire. London printed: and sold by J. Roberts 1748 pp. 10-12. 15,[5],282p. ; 8⁰.

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The FRIEND in Disgrace . A DIALOGUE . LYCANDER . DAMON , why so cold and serious ? Wherefore that reluctant Bow ? Why so haughty and imperious ? Say , have you forgot me now ? Tho array'd in coarse Attire , You may read Lycander's Face ; For 'tis Him ( my gentle Squire ) Justled in a homely Case . True , no shining Slaves surround me , And my Brows with Sorrow bend ; Fortune left me as she found me , Yet let Damon own his Friend . DAMON . Sir , your Servant , and all that , Sir ; But indeed I am in haste ; Surely ( pray keep on your Hat , Sir ) , I have somewhere seen your Face . LYCANDER . Am I grown so great a Stranger ? Yet 'tis hardly half a Year , Since you vow'd ( in e'ery Danger ) Not your Life was half so dear . Sure the Court is mighty lulling , ( Not the Streams of Lethe more ) E'en the Groom and dirty Scullion Know not those they lov'd before . So on that fatal Day you did The Levee of his Grace attend ; You of your Memory was rid , I of my Fortune and my Friend . DAMON . 'Tis Bus'ness , Sir , that fills my Head , Believe me now I cannot stay ; I'll order half a Pint of Red , And if you'll drink it , Sir , you may .