Reply to Some Verses of J. M. B. Pigot, Esq., on the Cruelty of His Mistress
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Why, Pigot, complain Of this damsel's disdain,Why thus in despair do you fret? For months you may try, Yet, believe me, a _sigh_Will never obtain a _coquette_. Would you teach her to love? For a time seem to rove;At first she may _frown_ in a _pet;_ But leave her awhile, She shortly will smile,And then you may _kiss_ your _coquette_. For such are the airs Of these fanciful fairs,They think all our _homage_ a _debt_: Yet a partial neglect Soon takes an effect,And humbles the proudest _coquette_. Dissemble your pain, And lengthen your chain,And seem her _hauteur_ to _regret;_ If again you shall sigh, She no more will deny,That _yours_ is the rosy _coquette_. If still, from false pride, Your pangs she deride,This whimsical virgin forget; Some _other_ admire, Who will _melt_ with your _fire_,And laugh at the _little coquette_. For _me_, I adore Some _twenty_ or more,And love them most dearly; but yet, Though my heart they enthral, I'd abandon them all,Did they act like your blooming _coquette_. No longer repine, Adopt this design,And break through her slight-woven net! Away with despair, No longer forbearTo fly from the captious _coquette_. Then quit her, my friend! Your bosom defend,Ere quite with her snares you're beset: Lest your deep-wounded heart, When incens'd by the smart,Should lead you to _curse_ the _coquette_.