Phillis, give this humour over, br We too long have time abused; br I shall turn an errant rover br If the favour's still refused. br br Faith 'tis nonsense out of measure, br Without ending thus to see br Women forced to taste a pleasure br Which they love as well as we. br br Let not pride and folly share you, br We were made but to enjoy; br Ne'er will Age or Censure spare you br E'er the more for being coy. br br Never fancy time's before you; br Youth believe me will away; br Then, alas! who will adore you, br Or to wrinkles tribute pay? br br All the swains on you attending br Show how much your charms deserve; br But, miser-like, for fear of spending br You amidst your plenty starve. br br While a thousand freer lasses, br Who their youth and charms employ, br Though your beauty theirs surpasses, br Live in far more perfect joy.