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Would you teach her to love?

For a time seem to rove;

At first she may frown in a pet;

But leave her awhile,

She shortly will smile,

And then you may kiss your coquette.

3.

For such are the airs

Of these fanciful fairs,

They think all our homage a debt:

Yet a partial neglect

Soon takes an effect,

And humbles the proudest coquette.

4.

Dissemble your pain,

And lengthen your chain,

And seem her hauteur to regret;

If again you shall sigh,

She no more will deny,

That yours is the rosy coquette.