That of Lucretia does depend on me,
And when I please is nothing;
I’m far from Age or Wrinkles, can be courted
By Men, as gay and youthful as a new Summer’s Morn,
Beauteous as the first Blossoms of the Spring,
Before the common Sun has kiss’d their Sweets away,
If with salacious Appetites I lov’d.
Lean. Faith, Madam, I cou’d wish—
L. Kno. That I were but Fifteen: but
If there be inequality in Years,