WHY so pale and wan fond Lover?
Prithee, prithee, Prithee why so pale:
Will, when looking well can’t move her,
Looking Ill, looking ill prevail?
Why so dull and mute young Sinner?
Prithee, prithee why so mute;
Will, when speaking well can’t win her,
Saying nothing, nothing do’t?
Quit, quit for shame, this will not move,
This cannot, cannot, cannot, cannot take her;
If of her self she will not love,
Nothing can, nothing can make her,
The Devil, the Devil, the Devil, the Devil take her.
A Song occasioned by a Lady’s wearing a Patch upon a becoming place on her Face. Set by Mr. John Weldon.
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