We'll try who's the best at a huffing.
But if you will your Heart surrender,
And confess yourself uncivil;
'Tis probable I may grow tender,
And recal what I purpos'd of evil,
But if you persist in rigour,
'Tis a thousand to one but I teeze you;
For you'll find so much heat and such vigour,
As may trouble you forsooth or please you.