Song.
[Who their Passions do fondly conceal]
I
Who their Passions do fondly conceal,
They are Fools for their Pains;
'Tis a Confidence gains,
What a modest Intriegue never wins.
Court briskly but once, and you'll presently find,
There's nothing than Woman, than Woman, so kind.
II
Then gently, good Madam, comply,
And seem not to say,
That you rather would stay;
If you do, I shall tell you, you lye;
For you know, had not Eve with her Charms brought him to't,
The old Man had ne'er tasted, ne'er tasted the Fruit.