CUPIDS Victory over the Virgins hearts.
OR,
LOVE in its Colours.
When Cupids Dart does pierce the heart
of a fair Youthful Maid;
Shes forcd to bend, and not Contend,
his Laws must be Obeyd.
To a Pleasant New Play-Tune; Or, The Maids a Washing themselves.
This may be Printed, R. P.
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WHeres my Shepherd (my love) hey-ho,
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On yonder Mountain amidst the Snow;
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I dearly love him I vow, and now,
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will follow, and merrily to him go:My young Shepherd has Beauty and Charms
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And I long to find him in my arms,
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I long for Night, to Embrace him a Bed,
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And I long to give him my Maiden-head.
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Soft and sweet are the joys of Love,
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Which every Virgin does long to prove,
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I will not tarry, but Marry,
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and every Rival will soon remove:
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Bonny Susan does muse on all night,
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Upon all our joys and sweet delight,
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She dreams of Kisses, Embraces, and charms,
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And she starts, and thinks my love in her arms
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Sweetly looks the fair Bride in Bed,
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With thousand Cupids all round her head,
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She softly sighs, and wishes, and Kisses,
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as soon as the Curtains are closely spread;
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Every Bridegroom does then what he please,
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And the lovely Brides their flames appease,
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I need not name what young Lovers do do,
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For tis known to every one, I and to you.
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Mark how kindly she looks next day,
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More lively, lovely, more brisk and gay,
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Twould make maids long to be cooing & wooing
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to see how these wantons do sport & play:
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Some new charm in his looks she espies,
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And then he looks Babies in her eyes;
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Then while her fondling new pleasures does seek
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She kindly kisses and claps his cheek.
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Vain it is to be nice and coy,
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And let old Time all our youth destroy,
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I like not Whining and pining,
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for that which one easily mightly enjoy:
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There are bonny, brisk lovers in store,
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And then what can Maidens wish for more,
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What need has Susan to sigh and look pale,
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When she might ore Thomas his heart prevail.
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Have not Women soft charms and Arts,
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By Nature given to conquer hearts,
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Which never does fail, but prevail,
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as often as ever they shoot their Darts;
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No brisk youth can withstand a Maids charms
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But does strangely soften in her Arms,
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The Roughest Hero in all the bright field,
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To a brighter Beauty will vow and yield.
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Now young buxom fair Maids come here,
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And learn this Lesson (to Love give ear)
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The little Boy is so pritty and witty,
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and pleasant and soft, that you need not fear:
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Roger he shall have Cisley and Nan,
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And young Kate shall kiss my Ladies Man,
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Doll shall have William, & John shall have Jone,
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And thus neither Sex shall lye alone.
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