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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.