SONG LXV. A Mock.
[Now, I confess, I am in Love]
1.
Now, I confess, I am in Love,
Although I thought, I never should:
But, 'tis with one, dropp'd from above,
Whom Nature made, of better Mould:
So Fair, so Good, so all Divine,
I'de quit the World, to make her Mine.
B.
I'le ne're, Confess yet dare be hangd,
(Although I hope 'twill ne're be so,)
If the best Girle, that ever Twang'd
Do make me Buckle, to her Bow:
Or Fair, or Foul, what e're she be,
Of all the World, she's not for me.
2.
Have you not seen, the Stars retreat,
When Sol salutes our Hemisphere,
So shrink those Beauties, called Great,
When, sweet Rosella, doth appear:
Were she, as other Women, are,
I should not Love her, nor Despair.
B.
Have you not seen Ecclipsed Sol,
When spangle Stars, supply the Day,
So shine those Beauties, thought but smal,
When Fair Florella's gone away
But all alike, I must refuse,
Nor e're will pick, if I may chuse.
3.
For I could, never, bear a mind,
Willing to stoop, to common faces;
Nor Confidence enough, could find,
To aime at one, so full of Graces:
Fortune, and Nature did Decree,
No Woman should be fit for me.
B.
For I was, ne're, so given to't,
With every Common Lass, to Trade,
Nor e're had th'Impudence, to Do't,
With any Modest graceful Maid.
Nor Fate nor Art could ever move,
My sullen Heart, to thoughts of Love.
