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A DIALOGUE Between a Satyr and a Young Nymph.

Sat.]
Stay, Fairest, stay; I have pursu'd Thee long;

Nymph.]
Cease your Wooing,
And Pursuing,
Thou'rt too frightful, I too young:
And I alas! and I alas! too young.

Sat.]
Those Bubbies now to bud begin,
With Pleasure how they pant, and rise!
Young Love flutt'ring lies within,
And see 'tis kindling in your Eyes!
Cou'd your Heart with mine agree,
I fear by To Morrow,
You'd prove to my Sorrow,
Young as you are, an Over-Match for me:
O then, my Dear, be you as willing,

Nymph.]
As you are fit.—

Sat.]
As you are ripe.—

Nym.]
As you are fit.—

Sat.]
As you are ripe for Billing.

Nymph.]
Those shaggy Limbs, and Beard must needs invite
A tender Nymph to taste Delight;
Satyr, forbear,—tempt not my Scorning;
Thou'rt a Cuckold in Love, I know by thy Horning.

Sat.]
Were I your Spouse these Brows wou'd bear
A larger Crop than now they wear,
Most Husbands are Cuckolds.—

Nym.]
Then Husbands are Creatures
Like Thee, very Beasts, very Beasts by their Natures.

Sat.]
Come to my Cave, and I have there
A little Bird to give my Dear.

Nym.]
A little Bird!—if 'tis so small,
You may e'en keep't for Good and all.
Ah! no, no, ne're think your Bird here to bring in,
My Cage was not made for your Wood-lark to sing in.