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 But if the looking-glass be nigh,

I presently will ease me,

And soon I'll be reveng'd on him,

that dares presume to teaze me.

This being done as he propos’d,

and to the window hasted

The young Esquire looking up,

expecting to be feasted,

With all the joys that love cou'd yield,

at length the Sailor he did pour

The pot upon his face and clothes,

which made him curse the show’r.

His hat, wig and embroid’red clothes,

being in an odious pickle,

Which made him cry, you dirty whore,

you’re base as well as fickle.

He stabb'd his sword into the wall,

and swore if the was near him,

He would prevent her evermore,

to laugh, scoff, mock, or jeer him.

Then into bed the Sailor went,

and sported with his Lady,

Til that day light did appear,

and time to make things ready:

all his tarry duds did ly

about the room she spied;

, said she, whose rags are those?

They're mine, her love reply'd.