Poetical recreations consisting of original poems, songs, odes, &c. with several new translations : in two parts
SONG. The YOUNG LOVER.
TUsh, never tell me I'm too Young
For loving, or too green;
She stays at least sev'n years too long,
That's wedded at fourteen.
Lambs bring forth Lambs, and Doves bring Doves,
As soon as they're begotten:
Then why shou'd Ladies linger Loves,
As if not ripe till rotten.
Gray hairs are fitter for the Grave,
Than for the Bridal Bed;
What pleasure can a Lover have,
In a wither'd Maiden-head?
Nature's exalted in our time,
And what our Grandams then
At four and twenty scarce cou'd climb,
We can arrive at Ten.