Const. But before you go, let me treat you, pray, with a Song a new-married Lady made within this Week; it may be of use to you both.
SONG.
I.
When yielding first to Damon's Flame,
I sunk into his Arms;
He swore he'd ever be the same,
Then rifled all my Charms.
But fond of what he'd long desir'd,
Too greedy of his Prey,
My Shepherd's Flame, alas! expir'd
Before the Verge of Day.
II.
My Innocence in Lovers Wars
Reproach'd his quick Defeat;
Confus'd, asham'd, and bath'd in Tears,
I mourn'd his cold Retreat.
At length, Ah Shepherdess! cry'd he,
Wou'd you my Fire renew,
Alas, you must retreat like me,
I'm lost if you pursue.
Heart. So, Madam; now had the Parson but done his Business——
Bel. You'd be half weary of your Bargain.
Heart. No, sure, I might dispense with one Night's Lodging.