Song XXV., p.275.

[Tea-Table Miscellany Contents]

WHY so pale and wan, fond lover? 

Prithee, why so pale? 

Will, when looking well can’t move her, 

Looking ill prevail? 

Prithee, why so pale? 

– 

Why so dull and mute, young sinner? 

Prithee, why so mute? 

Will, when speaking well can’t win her, 

Saying nothing do’t? 

Prithee, why so mute? 

– 

Quit, quit for shame; this will not move, 

This cannot take her; 

If of herself she will not love, 

Nothing can make her: 

The devil take her. 

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