TO A YOUNG LADY BLOWING A TURF FIRE WITH HER PETTICOAT.
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Cease, cease, Amira, peerless maid! Though we delighted gaze, While artless you excite the flame, We perish in the blaze. Haply you too provoke your harm— Forgive the bold remark— Your petticoat may fan the fire, But, O! beware a spark! Anonymous (1772).