The Fourth Volume of the Writings Of the Author of the London-Spy Prose and Verse [by Edward Ward] |
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A Dialogue Song between a forward
Youth and a young Lady.
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A Dialogue Song between a forward Youth and a young Lady.
Come hither, dearest pritty Miss,
Why thus afraid of Man?
A Virgin sure may take a Kiss,
Whose Waste is but a span.
Your Glances wound, your Kisses kill.
I long for something else;
My Dear forgive me if I feel,
I only mean your Pulse.
Girle.
Why thus afraid of Man?
A Virgin sure may take a Kiss,
Whose Waste is but a span.
Your Glances wound, your Kisses kill.
I long for something else;
My Dear forgive me if I feel,
I only mean your Pulse.
Tho young I am, kind Youth, I know,
When you've one Favour got,
That you'll not be contented so,
But do I know not what.
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I vow and swear I'll tell,
When once I gave an Inch, I knew
That you wou'd take an Ell.
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