-- O Bessy Bell.
POLLY. A Curse attend that Woman's Love,
Who always would be pleasing.
LUCY. The Pertness of the billing Dove,
Like Tickling, is but teasing.
POLLY. What then in Love can Woman do;
LUCY. If we grow fond they shun us.
POLLY. And when we fly them, they pursue:
LUCY. But leave us when they've won us.
LUCY. Love is so very whimsical in both Sexes, that it is impossible to be
lasting.----But my Heart is particular, and contradicts my own Observation.
POLLY. But really, Mistress Lucy, by his last Behaviour, I think I ought
to envy you.----When I was forc'd from him, he did not shew the least
Tenderness.----But perhaps, he hath a Heart not capable of it.
Air L.--Would Fate to me Belinda give.
Among the Men, Coquets we find,
Who court by turns all Woman-kind;
And we grant all the Hearts desir'd,
When they are flatter'd, and admir'd.
The Coquets of both Sexes are Self-lovers, and that is a Love no other
whatever can dispossess. I hear, my dear Lucy, our Husband is one of those.
LUCY. Away with these melancholy Reflections,----indeed, my dear Polly, we
are both of us a Cup too low----Let me prevail upon you to accept of my
Offer.
Air LI.--Come, sweet Lass.
Come, sweet Lass,
Let's banish Sorrow
'Till To-morrow;
Come, sweet Lass,
Let's take a chirping Glass.
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