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Was every {ingle (tick a quill,
Each man a fcribe by trade,
To write the tricks of" half trie fex,
Would luck that ocean dry.
Gallants, beware, ire.
The ANSWER.
HpHO' women by proud men are fcorn'd
-*■ For being oft too kind,
Yet all well know that men, when fpurn\L,
Are to their wills confin'd ;
With reftlefs pain, one fmile to gain,
All ways they gladly try :
But,, maids, beware, avoid the mare,
All men deal cunningly.
There's not a man, who, in his heart,
Does woman truly love ;
They but delight t'impel the dart,
And all its pains approve ;
With looks lerene, they're often fee%
They flatt'ring words apply ;
But, maids, beware, ire.
They often ftrive, with artful tale,
Each fair one to deceive ;
On our good nature to prevail,
Then laugh within their fleeve ;
With feK-conceit they think to cheat
The heart as well as eye ; %
But, maids, beware, ire.
If, then, to rout the felfifh crew,
You'd chufe a faithful guard,
Let virtue rule the heart, then few
Will lofe their juit. reward;
Not.