[Tea-Table Miscellany Contents]
To the Tune of, I loo’d a bonny Lady.
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TELL me, tell me charming creature,
Will you never ease my pain?
Must I die for every feature?
Must I always love in vain?
The desire of admiration
Is the pleasure you pursue:
Pray thee try a lasting passion,
Such a love as mine for you.
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Tears and sighing could not move you;
For a lover ought to dare:
When I plainly told I lov’d you,
Then you said I went too far.
Are such giddy ways beseeming?
Will my dear be fickle still?
Conquest is the joy of women,
Let their slaves be what they will.
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Your neglect with torment fills me,
And my desp’rate thoughts increase;
Pray consider, if you kill me,
You will have a lover less.
If your wand’ring heart is beating
For new lovers, let it be:
But when you have done coquetting,
Name a day, and fix on me.
