Chastities Conquest;
OR, No Trusting before Marriage. A New Song,
You Virgins that your Fame and Honour prize,
Learn here by saving both, how to be wise;
Secure your Treasure till you have secur'd
The Purchaser, and then you are insur'd
A thing that forehand-freeness ne'r procured.
To the Tune of, Canst thou not weave Bone-lace. This may be Printed. R P.
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CAnst thou not weave Bonelace?
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yea by-Lady that I can,
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Canst thou not lisp with Grace?
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yea as well as anyone,
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Canst thou not Card and Spin?
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yea by Lady that I can
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And do the other thing?
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wee I'se do what I can
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Come then, and be my sweet
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to Bed I'le carry thee
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No in geud faith not a-bit,
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unless you marry me.
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Marriage is not the mode,
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then I'se will make it so,
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Duce o'the common Road
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I'le ne're forsake it so
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Thou shalt in me possess
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all Joys that can be had
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Then give a consenting Kiss,
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then wed me first my Lad
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Let us but gang to the Priest
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so dear I tender thee;
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Then kiss on, and do what you list
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faith I'se not hinder thee,
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We shall soon weary grow
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change will soon tyre you,
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Ah! do not tell me so
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since I admire you
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For when I touch thy Breasts
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thy charms so fire me
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Yet needless is a Priest,
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then come no nigher me,
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For when you tempt me to bed
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I'se no sick silly Fool,
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But if you'l buckle and wed,
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then kiss your Belly full.
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If as you say you Love
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make I'se your wedded Mate,
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And you shall freely have
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whatever you'd be at
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Will you not then my Joy
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without you'r wedded strike
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No by my troth not I
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Such lovins I'se not like
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But wedded my Arms shall bless
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thy passion to the light
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And with a consenting kiss
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my Love to his Joys invite.
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Let's no kind minutes wast
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I'le lead thee to my Bed,
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Where Loves delights we'l tast
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and so to morrow be wedded
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Geud Faith I'se not agree,
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I'se venture no such thing
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'Troth your deceiv'd in me
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and must begin again
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Come lay this Bashfulness by
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your blushes I will hide
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What harm is it it now to try
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If you'r to mor'n my Bride.
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I'se never yield to that
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O don't desire me
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To do the Dee'l knows what
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who'd then admire me
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Well thou hast won my Heart,
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thy Virtues fire me
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I'le wed and never part,
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as you require me
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Soft murmurs & Sighs shall prove
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what Joys you render me
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O kiss then and surfeit one Love
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faith I'se not angry be.
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