More, and more, and more of Wishing;
To possess the mighty Blessing,
While they enjoy it they are true,
They'll hug, they'll cling, and heave up too,
But Liberty when once regain'd,
The Favour's to another feign'd.
Why should we then the Sex admire,
For 'twas never their desire,
To maintain a constant Fire;
If oagling, wheedling you'll believe,