Song for a Girl, from Love Triumphant

YOUNG I am, and yet unskill’d

How to make a Lover yield:

How to keep, or how to gain,

When to love; and when to feign.

Take me, take me, some of you,

While I yet am Young and True;

E’re I can my Soul disguise;

Heave my Breasts, and roul my Eyes.

Stay not till I learn the way,

How to Lye, and to Betray:

He that has me first, is blest,

For I may deceive the rest.

Cou’d I find a blooming Youth,

Full of Love, and full of Truth,

Brisk, and of a janty mean

I shou’d long to be Fifteen.