Denies no honest Man alive:
Tho' as one shrinks and will not stand,
This rises at a Lady's Hand,
And grows more strong the more 'tis strok'd,
As others fall when they are pok'd.
When nipping Cold bites off our Nose,
And hoary Frosts the Morn disclose,
In Hot-beds only then 'twill live,
And only when-well warm'd will thrive;
But when warm Summer does appear,