| Poems on Affairs of State | ||
A new Ballad.
[1]
All the Materials are the same,Of Beauty and Desire;
In a fair Woman's goodly Frame,
No Brightness is without a Flame,
No Flame without a Fire.
Then tell me what those Creatures are,
Who wou'd be thought both chast and fair?
2
If on her Neck her Hair be spread,With many a curious Ring;
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Will make her mad to be a Bed,
And do another Thing.
Then tell me, &c.
3
If Modesty it self appearsWith Blushes in her Face;
Think you the Blood that dances there,
Can revel it no other where,
Or warm no other Place?
Then tell me, &c.
4
Ask but of her Philosophy,What gives her Lips the Balm,
What makes her Breasts to heave so high,
What Spir'ts give motion to her Eye,
And moisture to her Palm?
Then tell me, &c.
5
Then, Celia, be not coy, for thatBetrays thy Self and thee:
There's not a Beauty nor a Grace
Bedecks thy Body or thy Face,
But plead within for me.
Then tell me what those Women are,
Who wou'd be thought both Chast and Fair.
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