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A Lady to a young Courtier.
[I]
Love thee! Good Sooth, Not I;I've somewhat else to doe:
Alas! you must go learn to talk,
Before you learn to wooe:
Nay fie stand off, go too go too.
II
Because you'r in the fashion,And newly come to Court,
D'ye think your Clothes are Orators
T'invite us to the Sport?
Ha ha, who will not jeer thee for't!
III
Ne'r look so sweetly Youth,Nor fiddle with your Band,
We know you trimme your borrow'd Curles
To shew your pretty Hand;
But 'tis too young for to command.
IV
Go practise how to jeer,And think each word a Jest,
That's the Court wit: Alas! you'r out
To think when finely drest,
You please me or the Ladies best.
V
And why so confident!Because that lately we
Have brought another losty word
Unto our pedegree?
Your inside seems the worse to me.
VI
Mark how Sir Whacham fools;I marry there's a Wit
Who cares not what he sayes or swears
So Ladies laugh at it;
Who can deny such blades a it?
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