( 5 ) Talk not of parentage, nor of relation, My dear, I have for you ſuch veneration, Was I Lord, Duke or Earl, Cupid direct me, In rich diamonds and apparel, love I would deck ye. Was I but King myſelf for to rule this nation, And had I all the world in my poſſeſſion, And you as poor as Job, I would ne'er forſake you, But Miſtreſs of the globe I would make you. On hearing what he ſaid, ſhe ſtood amazed, She nothing to him ſaid, but on him gazed, But when her ſilence broke, Cupid directed her, You'd thought an angel ſpoke if you had heard her. Witneſs ye Pot'rs above who firſt created us; There's nothing elſe but death ſhall ſeparate us ; This heart which once was mine, to you I'll deliver, So take it in exchange, and keep it for ever. When of her heart he had bereav'd her, He play'd a traitors part, and went and left her; He left her for to cry, falſe man i find you, But ſince he is gone, farewel, i no more will mind you,
The FOUR MISSES TO think on one's follies, ſometimes, is but right, And reflection iſ good, tho' there'ſ nothing got How many ways mortals purſue after bliſs, (by't. But ſtill the genteeleſt is keeping a Miſs; The prudent are conſtant so one, and no more; But I, like a blockhead, muſt dabble with four: I'll tell you their names, tho' you'll call me a rake, Miſs-fortune, Miſſ-conduct, Miſs-chance, & Miſs-take. Four jilts ſo deſtructive, four (illegible text) britaſtones ſo had, By Jove! were ſufficient to drive a mau mad: Though jealouſy oft makes the fair diſagee Yet theſe all united in kindneſs to me; In life's wanton paths they feduc'd me to ſtray, And ſeem'd to ſpread flow'rs of delight in the way
