Volume 5 — A SONG.
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HEaven first created Woman to be Kind, Both to be belov’d, and for to Love; If you contradict what Heav’n has design’d, You’ll be contemn’d by all the Pow’rs above: Then no more dispute me, for I am rashly bent, To subject your Beauty To kind Nature’s Duty, Let me than salute you by Consent. Arguments and fair Intreats did I use, But with her Consent could not prevail; She the Blessing modestly would still refuse, Seeming for to slight my amorous Tale: Sometimes she would cry Sir, prithee Dear be good, Oh Sir, pray Sir, why Sir? Pray now, nay now, fye Sir, I would sooner die Sir, than be rude. I began to treat her then another way, Modestly I melted with a Kiss; She then blushing look’d like the rising Day, Fitting for me to attempt the Bliss: I gave her a fall Sir, she began to tear, Crying she would call Sir, As loud as she could baul Sir, But is prov’d as false, Sir, as she’s Fair.
