Reduce you to a soft complying,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, when will you come too.
Full Thirteen Moons are now past o'er,
Since first those Stars I did adore,
That set my Heart on fire:
The conscious Play-house, Parks and Court,
Have seen my sufferings made your sport,
Yet I am ne'er the nigher.
A faithful Lover shou'd deserve,
A better Face, than thus to starve: