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Rh 5.

If still, from false pride,

Your pangs she deride,

This whimsical virgin forget;

Some other admire,

Who will melt with your fire,

And laugh at the little coquette.

6.

For me, I adore

Some twenty or more,

And love them most dearly; but yet,

Though my heart they enthral,

I'd abandon them all,

Did they act like your blooming coquette.

7.

No longer repine,

Adopt this design,

And break through her slight-woven net!

Away with despair,

No longer forbear

To fly from the captious coquette.