The Cunning Dame, who now my Pulse had felt,
To raise Desire, these Pleasing Measures dealt:
Madam, The Pritty'st Gentleman I know,
You ever saw, or all the World can show;
Whose Comely Stature, and Engaging Mein,
Would Tempt a Princess, nay, a Saint, to Sin;
So Brisk and Youthful, Vigorous and Gay,
So Courteous, and Obliging every way;
Earth cannot sure produce a Maid that can
Resist the Charms of so Compleat a Man;
H'has seen you twice, I've heard him since oft say;
One time at Church, another at a Play:
And Vows, you are the Sweetest Pritty Rogue,
That Mortal Man would e'er desire to Hugg;
Swears he could Dote upon your Lovely Face,
And gaze all day upon each Charming Grace:
Your Eyes have Prick'd his Breast with such a Dart,
He'd give ten thousand Worlds to gain your Heart.
When I've but Nam'd you, he has seem'd so glad;
T'wards you such kind and pritty things has said,
Sigh'd, Stretch'd, and Vow'd, he always could adore;
And still Enjoy, yet still Love more and more:
Had you been by, you could have done no less,
Than Yeilded what he Covets to Possess:
Against such Force, no Virtue could maintain
Its Ground, Oh, he's a wond'rous pritty Man!
This false Suggestion, set me all on Fire;
And turn'd my Fears into a Strong Desire:
Her Verbal Witchcraft did my Heart subdue;
And made me Languish, for I know not who.
Madam, said I, But when shall I obtain,
A Sight of this sweet Miracle of Man;
And do you think he Loves me? Yes, said she,
O then thought I, how happy shall I be;
Handsome, Obliging, Young, not given to Rove:
Such a dear Man, I could for ever Love:
O let me see him, and the Youth shall find,
If he'll be true, I'll Study to be kind.
When the Dame found, she my Consent had won,
And I was thus inclin'd to be undone.