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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COnstant 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 answer'd, 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 no seek my Overthrow,
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Let's not dally, shall I, shall I,
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but she answer'd 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 answer'd 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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lest it proves my overthrow,
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Let's not dally, shall I, shall I,
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but she, etc.
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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 prity,
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I will thee with pleasure Crown:
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Don't deny me, do but try me,
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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, etc.
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Thy obliging Eye hath won me,
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dearest I am not in jest,
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Why should'st 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, etc.
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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, etc.
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Betty's Answer to Williams Request.
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WIlliam you are much mistaken,
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you shall never me ensnare,
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In your Net I'll not be taken,
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therefore now your Suit forbear:
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I'll 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'er I'll hear an idle Tale,
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I will never be deluded,
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no, nor shall you e'er prevail,
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To embrace 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, etc.
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WILLIAM.
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Now my loving constant Betty,
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I will ever thee 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'll not tarry, but will Marry,
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then it must and shall be so.
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