[...] CEase Cynthia, cease, cease, cease your fruitless tears, cease, Cynthia, cease, cease, cease your fruitless tears; in vain you do for Pi╌ty move; Strep [...]on regardless all your pas╌sion hears, and vows he can no lon╌ger love; then learn of him Incon╌stancy, no lon╌ger wait his be╌ing kind, but to some other Lo╌ver fly, and banish, ba╌nish him your mind.

[...] I Courted and Writt shew'd my Love and my Witt, and still pretty Flavia de╌ny'd; 'twas her Vertue I thought, made me prove such a sot, to a-dore her the more for her Pride; till I happen'd to sit by her Mask'd in the Pitt, whilst a crow'd of gay Beaûs held her Play, when so wan-ton╌ly free, was her smart Re-par-tee, I was Cur'd and went blushing, went blushing a╌way.

[...] HOw happy am I the fair Sex can de╌fy, and can ev'ry day say that my heart is my own, I never saw yet that Beauty or Witt, but I'de love if I pleas'd or cou'd let her a╌lone; I thought that my flame wou'd still be the same, for Beau╌tifull Celia, if Ce╌lia was true; but Love is so blind when Ce╌lia was kind, I chang'd her for Mop╌sa, for Mop╌sa was new.

[...] 'TIs vain to tell me I am de╌ceiv'd, for Ce╌lia seems so kind, 'twere Sin she shou'd not be be╌liev'd, since I no cheat can find: If flat╌te╌ry with false╌hood lye in her soft youth con╌ceal'd, a thousand times I'de ra╌ther dye than have the truth, than have the truth re╌veal'd.

[...] GReat Queen of Hymen's hallowed fires, the sovereign of all Chast de╌ sires, that with true joy the genial Bed in╌spire; See, see what bend╌ing Knees we pay thee, thus a╌dore thee, thus, thus o╌bey thee; See what bending Knees we pay thee, thus, thus a╌╌dore thee, thus, thus o╌bey thee.

[...] WHy Clo╌e, why, why will you not perceive, the woun╌ds you give, you give my heart; why, why like a tyrant will you live, re╌gardless, re╌╌gard╌less of my smart: My si╌ghs have tyr'd the pi╌tying Swains, my groans have fill'd, have fill'd the Grove; yet Clo╌e still unmov'd re╌ ╌mains, and vows she'll never, and vows she'll never, she'll never, ne╌ver Love.

[...] LEt others boast of li╌ber╌ty, I en╌vy not their Bliss; A╌min╌tor's Charmes have cap╌tiv'd me, and I am on╌ly his: If Lo╌ving true be call'd a Chaine, 'tis plea╌sing to en╌dure, for who can count that thing a pain, they ne╌ver wish to cure?

[...] IF Mortals lau╌gh and sing, 'tis time we Gods, we Gods take wing; To mount, to mount and send him down the guar╌di╌an of his Crown; As╌ ╌tre╌a, As╌tre╌a, who from Earth was driv'n till Al╌bion call'd her back, till Albion call'd her back from Heav'n, till Al╌bion call'd her back from Heav'n.

[...] WHY, Why dost thou fly me pretty, pretty, pretty Maid; tho' old, I feel, I feel Loves fire, which cannot, which cannot be quench'd with╌out thy Aid, then prethee, then pre╌thee fair one be not cold, for tho' 'tis true I'm ve╌ry, ve╌ry old, I still have young, I sti╌ll have young de╌sire, I still, I sti╌ll have young de╌sire. Nay prethee dear Nestor cease, cease this discourse, for I've often, I've often been [Page 10] [...] told, that for a young Virgin there is no╌thing worse, than to bed with a Man, than to bed with a Man that is old. You much mi╌stake, my pret╌ty fair, for old Men al╌ways constant are. I do not doubt your constan╌cy, for age of course must constant be; your youthfull Vigour be╌ing gone, you scarce can think, can think of more than one. Is there nothing then can gain you? Yes, yes there is. Here's Gold, will that ob╌tain [Page 11] [...] you? Oh! fye, fye, fye. See here, see here is store of Gold, oh! fye, fye, fye, fye, oh! fye, you'r old. No matter Child, no mat╌ter Child, here's Gold. Well I'le take it for once, but I must have more, for this is too lit╌tle, too lit╌tle to win me: Nay ra╌ther than so thou shalt have all my store, and if that fail, and if that fail, the Devil, the Devil is in ye. I thank you, and now I must go. And [Page 12] [...] I will go with yee, Oh! no, no, no, no, Why sure Child you won't, you won't serve me so? In╌deed but I must, Then give me my Gold, No, no I never make presents to Men that are old.