}
What might ensue, 'tis hard for me to tell; }
But I was drenched to-day for loving well, }
And fear the poison that would make me swell. }
A
PROLOGUE.
Gallants, a bashful poet bids me say,
He's come to lose his maidenhead to-day.
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What might ensue, 'tis hard for me to tell; }
But I was drenched to-day for loving well, }
And fear the poison that would make me swell. }
Gallants, a bashful poet bids me say,
He's come to lose his maidenhead to-day.