Complaining of Love and bemoaning her Fate;
Ah! she cry'd, why must Maids be so formal and Coy,
To deny what they think is their only true Joy?
And Custom impose on us so much ado,
When our Hearts are on fire, and Love bids us fall too;
And Custom impose on us so much ado,
When our hearts are on fire, and Love bids us fall too.
Young Strephon was near her, and heard the Complaint,
He easily guest what the Damsel did want;
He rush'd in upon her, in Kisses reply'd,