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Read freely this my pretty Dearing,
And leave your bounceing and your swearing
Read it I say, for I wou'd fain
That we shou'd both be out of pain,
And after all your Mercury
You shou'd be sound to do with me.
And leave your bounceing and your swearing
Read it I say, for I wou'd fain
That we shou'd both be out of pain,
And after all your Mercury
You shou'd be sound to do with me.
Why do you blush like any Bear,
As when you in the porch did swear.
To speak the truth you need no drivell,
For speak the truth, and shame the Devil.
But be asham'd to steal, for I
My pretty Soul mean honestly.
As when you in the porch did swear.
To speak the truth you need no drivell,
For speak the truth, and shame the Devil.
But be asham'd to steal, for I
My pretty Soul mean honestly.
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Oh! think upon those words were slipping
And the late Motto of the pippin,
When to your feet it came a tripping
And you the Apple fell a gripping.
And the late Motto of the pippin,
When to your feet it came a tripping
And you the Apple fell a gripping.
There you will find the Oaths and Curses,
Which if we mind our health or purses,
You ought to have so great a Care
That you perform 'em to a hair.
Diana heard your vows alone,
That Chit will tell you of your own.
You'd better farr to say, and hold
Then to provoke so rank a scold.
Which if we mind our health or purses,
You ought to have so great a Care
That you perform 'em to a hair.
Diana heard your vows alone,
That Chit will tell you of your own.
You'd better farr to say, and hold
Then to provoke so rank a scold.
My fears for thee do make me jealous,
And fierce Desire's blow up the Bellows.
For hope you gave, you can't deny it,
The Nymph was by to justify it.
She was, and heard you every Tittle
In lucky hand she blew a Spittle.
Her Statue bow'd and play'd at noddy,
And gave consent to yield your Body.
And fierce Desire's blow up the Bellows.
For hope you gave, you can't deny it,
The Nymph was by to justify it.
She was, and heard you every Tittle
In lucky hand she blew a Spittle.
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And gave consent to yield your Body.
Now if you please accuse the Cheat,
But say 'twas Love that did the feat.
For by that cheat what more was ment,
But to cheat you by your own consent?
What you a Crime, I count a glory,
Since Loveing you is all the story.
Such Crimes with pride I will persue,
If I can have my Ends of you.
But say 'twas Love that did the feat.
For by that cheat what more was ment,
But to cheat you by your own consent?
What you a Crime, I count a glory,
Since Loveing you is all the story.
Such Crimes with pride I will persue,
If I can have my Ends of you.
Nor am I practis'd in the slys
And webs to 'tangle Virgin flys.
Nature taught me, and you know Nature
Did not designe to cog, nor flatter.
I laid the Bait, you bit the fly,
And Love a finger had ith' Pie.
For Love stood by, and did indite
The very words that I did write.
Again I write Love, holds the Taper,
He guides my pen, and rules my paper.
And webs to 'tangle Virgin flys.
Nature taught me, and you know Nature
Did not designe to cog, nor flatter.
I laid the Bait, you bit the fly,
And Love a finger had ith' Pie.
For Love stood by, and did indite
The very words that I did write.
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He guides my pen, and rules my paper.
Again I send you such sweet mater,
As I'm afraid will make you water.
But if for this your slave you damn,
I'll nere be less then what I am.
Oh! that I thus might still be guitly
In finding out new ways to tilt thee.
A Thousand paths lead to that Valley,
And shall I stand on shall I? shall I?
I'll break throw all the stops that may be,
Faint heart did never kiss fair Lady.
As I'm afraid will make you water.
But if for this your slave you damn,
I'll nere be less then what I am.
Oh! that I thus might still be guitly
In finding out new ways to tilt thee.
A Thousand paths lead to that Valley,
And shall I stand on shall I? shall I?
I'll break throw all the stops that may be,
Faint heart did never kiss fair Lady.
But what of this will be the Close,
For me the Lord of Oxford knows.
Yet if we Mortalls have a Mother
You must be mine one way or other.
If Art shou'd fail, I'll make a Riot,
And ravish thee, if thou deny it.
I'll do it in a manner ample
As e're the Worthys gave Example.
For me the Lord of Oxford knows.
Yet if we Mortalls have a Mother
You must be mine one way or other.
If Art shou'd fail, I'll make a Riot,
And ravish thee, if thou deny it.
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As e're the Worthys gave Example.
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