Latine Songs With their English: and Poems. By Henry Bold ... Collected and perfected by Captain William Bold |
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SONG XLVI.
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SONG XLVI.
Mock.
I
Prethee Friend leave of thy Drinking,Cast thy Cups of Wine away,
Do not Muse, but let's be thinking
To get Whores, without delay.
Venus Swears it is her Will,
That, we should be wenching still.
II
Do but view these pretty Lasses,How invitingly they sit,
Tempting us to mind their Faces,
And to please their Appetit,
Then in kind Embraces prove,
Women only worth your Love.
III
Call the Baw'd, and bid her fetch us,Fresh young Wenches in a main;
Whilst betwixt each bout, we stretch us
Kiss, and then go to't again,
So when Natures sport is spent,
Drinking then may yield content.
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