Kind WILLIAM,
Or, Constant Betty .
Let Maids beware, and shun the Snare,
I say be rul'd by me,
Though you embrace, be perfect chaste,
from stains of Infamy.
To the Tune of the Doubting Virgin.
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C Onstant Betty that sweet creature,
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she was Williams hearts delight,
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In the shades he chanc'd to meet her,
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when fair Phoebus shined bright:
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In conclusion, his delusion,
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was to bring her to his bow,
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Let's not dally, shall I, shall I,
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but she answered, no, no, no.
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Then his Betty he embraced,
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hoping for to win the field,
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She with Modesty was graced,
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and resolved not to yield.
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She denyed, he replyed,
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do not seek my overthrow;
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Let's not dally, shall I, shall I,
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but she answered, no, no, no.
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Thou hast set mine heart on fire,
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sweetest creature be not coy,
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Grant me what I do desire,
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thou shalt be my only joy
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Thus he woo'd her to delude her,
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and to bring her to his bow;
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Let's not dally, shall I, shall I,
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but she answered no, no, no.
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Love thou art my only Treasure,
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then he took her by the hand.
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Let me now enjoy the pleasure,
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I will be at thy command:
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Don't abuse me, nor refuse me,
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least it proves my overthrow;
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Let's not dally, shall I, shall I,
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But she answered, no, no, no.
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Now admit me, my sweet Betty ,
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to salute and lay thee down,
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None alive I think more pritty,
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I with pleasures will thee Crown:
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Don't deny it, do but try it,
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from those Charms such pleasures flow
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Let's not dally, shall I, shall I,
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but she answered, no, no, no.
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Thy oblieging eye hath won me,
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dearest I am not in jest,
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Why shouldst thou be coy and shun me,
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I am certainly possest
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With thy beauty, for my duty,
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is to bring thee to my bow;
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Let's not dally, shall I, shall I,
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but she answered, no, no, no.
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Dearest Betty sit down by me,
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let us lovingly agree,
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Sweetest creature don't deny me,
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Cupids Dart hath wounded me:
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Then come near me, love and chear me,
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for my heart is sinking low,
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Let's not dally, shall I, shall I
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but she answered no, no
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Bettys Answer to Williams's Request.
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William you are much mistaken,
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you shall never me insnare,
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In your Net i'le not be taken,
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therefore now your suit forbear:
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I'le deny it, and defie it,
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for I vow it shan't be so;
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While I Marry, I will tarry,
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and will answer, no, no, no.
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I from Love will be excluded,
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e're i'le hear an idle Tale,
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I will never be deluded,
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no, nor you shall ne'r prevail,
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To imbrace me, and disgrace me,
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thus to sink my heart full low,
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While I Marry, I will tarry,
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and will answer, no, no, no.
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Now my loving constant Betty ,
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I will evermore adore,
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For thy Answer has been witty,
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I will never tempt thee more:
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When I try'd thee, thou deny'd me,
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all thy answer still was no,
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We'l not tarry, but will Marry,
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then it must and shall be so.
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FINIS.
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