She cry'd, my Lord, I've one Desire,
Tell me, my Peer, tell me, my Lord,
Tell me, my Life, upon your Word,
Who does it best, my Dame or me?
And then she fell in Extasy.
My Lord in Fire of his Love,
Call'd her his Minion, Turtle Dove;
You have the only Art to please,
All this he swore upon his Knees:
Your Dame is like a Log of Wood,