The Hasty VIRGIN,
OR,
The Languishing Lasses Letter to the Batchelors of London, to Express
their Love before it be too late.
To an Excellent New Tune, much in Request.
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ON the tender Grass, a young bonny Lass,
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she lay making a sad Complaint;
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Sure I am afraid, I shall dye a Maid,
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my Spirits ready are to faint:
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I'm sure that I am Sixteen years of Age,
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and I dare engage, that I will prove true;
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Is there not a Man--- now that can---
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Kiss a Maid as he should do?
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My poor tender heart, feels such killing smart,
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that I cannot this long endure;
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Did Young-men but know, what I undergo,
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sure they'd afford a Maiden Cure:
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Before that I will longer Languish so,
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I resolve to go e'ry day to Wooe;
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Is there not a Man--- now that can---
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Kiss a Maid as he should do?
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My fair Rosie Cheeks, for these many weeks,
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has declined their Beauty bright;
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These rich Robes I wear, I shall surely tear,
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if I may not have my Delight:
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For who'll Marry me when I shall grow Old,
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Blood and Nature cold, & my Veins look blew
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Is there not a Man--- now that can---
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Kiss a Maid as he should do?
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While I lye in Bed, with my Maiden-head,
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there I rumble from side;
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Smite my Snowy Breast, for I cannot rest,
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because I am not made a Bride:
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This Maiden-burthen I am forc'd to bear,
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Ah! the more's my Care, night and day I rue;
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Is there not man--- now that can---
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Kiss a maid as he should do?
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In most rich Array, I vaunt e'ry day,
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thus fine Feathers does me adorn;
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A Love to obtain, tho' it is in vain,
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what Planet rul'd when I was born?
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That I unmarry'd here must live a Maid,
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then she sighing, said, sorrows must renew;
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Is there not a man--- now that can-----
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Kiss a maid as he should do?
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Sure their hearts are grown, like the rocky stone
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that will neither relent nor melt;
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They'll not me relieve, tho' I sigh and grieve,
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O that they knew but what I felt:
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I ne'r yet knew the like in all my life,
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would I was a Wife, Gallants kindness shew
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Is there not a man----- now that can-----
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Kiss a maid as he should do?
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Therefore come away, make no more delay,
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if a Maidens sweet Life you'l save;
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For I cannot live, if you do not give
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what I so earnestly do crave:
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Then if one dram of Love you can allow,
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prithee shew it now, while my heart does rue;
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Is there not a man----- now that can-----
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Kiss a maid as he should do?
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Like the tender Dove, I'll Embrace and Love,
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that Young Man that will me adore;
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Nay, and e'ry night, yield him much delight,
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what can Young-men desire more?
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Besides with me he shall have House and Land,
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all at his Command, Bags of Treasure too;
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Is there not a man----- now that can-----
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Kiss a maid as he should do?
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