LOVE AL-A-MODE,
OR,
The Modish-Mistris.
In a Dialogue between the Lady Uriah and her Lovers, Strephon, Amintas, and Alexis , receiv-
ing all, and constant to none.
Since 'tis the Mode of late, I long
To make a Ballad of a Song;
And sure no subject is more fit,
Then love and Women for a Wit.
Women and Love are Natures Crimes,
The pleasing follies of the Times,
They'r double Tongues to single Pallats,
And since our Songs are turn'd to Ballads.
To an Excellent,and familiar New Tune.
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T Ell me no more you love,
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unless you will grant my desire;
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Every thing else will prove,
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but fuel unto my fire:
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It is not for kisses alone,
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thus long I have made my address,
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There's something else to be done,
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which you cannot chuse but guess.
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I know what you wou'd be at
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to soften your amorous fire,
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I love you (dear) and all that,
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and what wou'd you more desire?
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If kisses alone can suffice,
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here Strephon may reap his fill,
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If farther [entertainmen]t you prize
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A present then of pure gold,
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she drew out of her purse,
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With Strephon to have and hold,
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for better and eke for worse.
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My Strephon alone is my joy,
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I'le seal it him with a kiss,
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A pledge of my constancy,
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accept my dear Strephon this.
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Then comes my Amintas in,
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she vow'd him a welcome guest,
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To court her he did begin,
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and his passion he thus did express.
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I have kist you, and clipt and all that,
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but still I must needs confess,
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There's something besides i'd be at
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AMintas my only joy,
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Amintas my only life,
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Strephon is but a Boy,
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i'le be my Amintas Wife:
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My dear thou dost love me, my dear,
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my Rogue thou dost not love,
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Come try me and do not fear,
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whatever thy heart does move.
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She sigh'd, and a pledge did make,
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a Complement of her heart,
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To ear for his Mistrisses sake,
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and with the same her heart:
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The present she vow'd to demand,
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which formerly she gave,
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Strephon hath but my hand,
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Amintas my heart shall have.
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Alexis came next in place,
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Amintas is out of door,
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Like Alexis in all her days,
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she never lov'd one before:
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He kist her again, and again,
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but that's small happiness,
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Dear, something else does remain,
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which you cannot chuse but guess.
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Alexis my heart doth make,
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a liberal sacrifice,
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And for my Alexis sake,
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i'le scratch out Amintas's eyes:
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Alexis alone I will wed,
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the rest are but silly Jacks,
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A token then of her love,
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she fastned about his neck,
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No sooner he did remove,
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she was at Amintas's b[e]ck:
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For Alexis she wisht for to live,
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for Amintas she vow'd to dye,
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To Strephon large proofs she did give,
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of her zeal and inconstancy.
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She vow'd to each one alone,
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she lov'd him above the rest,
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For when the poor fool was gone,
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he thought himself happy and blest:
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She calls whilst absent an Ass,
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then entertains a score,
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For when with a Pox they pass,
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she's for ten thousand more.
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Thus are fond youths betray'd,
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of liberty and ease,
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By Widdow, Wife or Maid,
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and most of all by these:
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They'l raise you the Devil of Pride,
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and when they have done their worst,
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They'l fetch him out of your hide,
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to quench the Devil of Lust.
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Young-men be advis'd by by me,
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before you presume to Wed,
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Be not tempted by any she,
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that ever yet wore a head:
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For let her be what she wilt,
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she's so skill'd in wantonness,
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