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Young I am, and yet unskill'd
How to make a Lover yield:
How to keep, or how to gain,
When to love; and when
to feign.
Take me, take me, some of you,
While I yet am young and true;
E're I can my sould disguise;
Heave my
Breasts, and roul my Eyes.
Stay not till I learn the way,
How to Lye, and to Betray:
He that has me first, is blest,
For
I may deceive the rest.
Cou'd I find a blooming Youth,
Full of Love, and full of Truth,
Brisk and of a janty mean,
I
shou'd long to be Fifteen. Ah, Ah!
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