Between a Lawyers Clerk and his Masters Daughter.
Most celestial beam of Beauty, I have receiv'd you into my heart, which like a burning-glass contracting the heat of your rayes, is now all on fire, not to be quench'd but by the moi∣stening julip of your affection.
Kind Robin, I have long thought thee to be what now I find thee, a Phenix among men, which thou provest, by going about to die in thy flames: but heaven forbid, I will first make water in a bason, and give it thee wherein to bathe thy burning breast, before I will be depriv'd of thy service.
How willingly Mrs. Mary, should I receive such a stream into my bosom. But, Oh your Father; he's the shoe that wrings us both by the foot; methinks I hear him saying al∣ready, Out ye poor condition'd slut; what, marry your Fa∣thers Clerk?
Come Robin, Clerk me no Clerks, I love thee; and if my father do compel me to marry another, yet Robin, thou know∣est there are private corners in London.
Mrs. Mary, I bow with all reverence to your manifold fa∣vours. But what do you think of a little horse-play in the time.