Though the Virgins give you Warning;
Sigh not at the chance befel you,
Though they smile, and dare not tell you;
Sigh not at, &c.
Maids like Turtles, love the Cooing,
Bill and Murmur in their Wooing;
Thus like you they start and tremble,
And their troubled Joys dissemble:
Thus like you, &c.
Grasp the Pleasure while 'tis coming,