And Courted me with Pipe and Song;
But I a silly, silly peevish Twit,
For want of Sense, for want of Wit,
Have phoo'd, and cry'd,
Have pish'd, and fy'd,
And play'd the fool, and lost my Time,
And almost slipp'd, and almost slipp'd,
And almost slipp'd my Maiden Prime.
But now I thank my gracious Heav'n,
I hope my faults are all forgiven;