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Rich Brocadoes so fine,
Phœbus never did so gayly shine, And luxurious Flasks of Cyprus Wine Swallow'd at our feasting; Curse on Pride, Lets divide, I a Bride Now resolve on chusing, thus a Joy more lasting: You have drain'd my Purse, and rais'd my Sins, I have given Five Hundred Pound for Pins, For pretty, pretty Miss, For pretty, &c. Farewel Venus Joys, That my Heart so long did vainly prise, Welcome Wedlock now to close my Eyes, Never loud nor craving; Skin like Snow, Eyes like Sloe, And will go In Callicoe, or lowly Chinse, to be more saving: Can there any Life compare with this? Yet methinks I long for one more Kiss From pretty, pretty Miss, From pretty Miss, &c.

She t' improve the Mood,
Seeing like a Fool he gazing stood,
Peeping first, then turning up her Hood,
      Runs in t' embrace him;
            Young and sly,
            Had by th' By,
            I'en scay quoy,
An Artifice that never, never fails caressing:
    Soon was now forgot the Wedlock Bliss,
    He that was subdu'd with one false Kiss
        Went home with pretty Miss,
        With pretty, pretty Miss.