You regret that such verses were e'er writ!
There's flirting and flirting, you don't seem to know,
Nor need a young woman be heartless,
Who thinks that, by having five strings to her bow,
The four she rejects will thus smart less.
Pray how can I help, if my features attract
And my sympathy wins each fond lover?
Alas, when they're conquered, I own 'tis the fact
That their weak points I sadly discover!
It may be, in spite of your captious alarm,