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MAiden fresh as a rose,
Young, buxom, and full of jollity,
Take no spouse among beaux,
Fond of their raking quality;
He who wears a long bush,
All powder’d down from his pericrane,
And with nose full of snush,
Snuffles our love in a merry vein.
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Who, to dames of high place,
Does prattle like any parrot too;
Yet with doxies a brace
At night pigs in a garret too;
Patrimony out-run,
To make a fine show to carry thee:
Plainly, friend, thou’rt undone,
If such a creature marry thee.
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Then for fear of a bribe,
Of flattering noise and vanity,
Yoak a lad of our tribe,
He’ll shew the best humanity:
Flashy thou wilt find love,
In civil as well as secular;
But when spirit doth move,
We have a gift particular.
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Tho’ our graveness is pride,
That boobys the more may venerate,
He that gets a good bride,
Can jump when he’s to generate:
Off then goes the disguise,
To bed in his arms he’ll carry thee;
Then, to be happy and wise,
Take yea and nay marry thee.
