If you'll propose a kind Method of ruling me,
I may return to my Duty again;
But if you stick to your old way of fooling me,
I must be plain, I'm none of your Men;
Passion for Passion on each kind Occasion,
With free Inclination does kindle Love's Fire,
But tedious prating,
Coy folly debating,
And new Doubts creating still make it expire.
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The Lady's Answer. The second Song to a Minuet, at the Duke's Entertainment of Don Quixote in the first Act.
[To the same Tune.]
YOU love, and yet when I ask you to marry me,
Still have recourse to the Tricks of your Art,
Then like a Fencer you cunningly parry me,
Yet the same time make a Pass at my Heart.
Fye, fye deceiver,
No longer endeavour,
Or think this way ever the Fort will be won;
No fond caressing
Must be, nor unlacing,
Or tender embracing, 'till th' Parson has done.
Some say that Marriage a Dog with a Bottle is,
Pleasing their Humours to rail at their Wives;
Others declare it an Ape with a Rattle is,
Comfort's Destroyer, and Plague of their Lives:
Some are affirming,
A Trap 'tis for Vermin,
And yet with the Bait tho' not Prison agree,
Ventring that chouse you
Must let me espouse you,
If e'er my dear Mouse you will nibble at me.
