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Tho’ I am Fourscore Years of Age,
 I love with a Right good Will;
And what in truth I want in Youth,
 I have it in perfect Skill:
  Then grant to me that Charming Bliss, &c.

Now if you do not pleasure me,
 And give me the thing I crave;
I do protest I shall not rest,
 When I am laid in my Grave:
  Therefore kind Sir, grant me the Joys, &c.