Love, when sudden, is not right,
Who can judge, pray, at first sight?
Madness you with love combine,
Is’t thus you seek a Valentine?
FROM ANY ONE IN GREAT OR HUMBLE CIRCUMSTANCES, TO A LADY THAT IS FOND OF SINGING.
Mark well—“Oh, thou wert born to please me,”
’Tis true—“My dear, my only love”—
Then with a negative don’t teaze me—
But your fond Valentine approve.
“Come, live with me and be my love”—