Where blindfold Fortune has been pleas'd to place A Virgen with a Master void of Grace, With Foot, with Hand, or Eyes, he'll Tokens speak, The Signs deny, these Assignations make; Thinks she shall be as pliant to his Use, As Strumpets on a _Cornival_ let loose; But if she's Chast, his Miss she will not be, Unless she is as Fiend, and Base as he. _The Eighth P----._ _A_ Negro _Courting onto a maid, That was most Fair; to him she said, Thy Ink, my Papper, make me guess, Our Nuptial Bed will make a Press, And to our Sports, if any came They'll read a Wanton Epigram,_ _The Ninth P----._ _How many Sweethearts do these follow me Whose fell Design I know's to Ruine me; but let me banish this forbidden Fire, Or quench it with my Blood, or with't expire; Unstain'd in Honour; and unhurt in Fame, I'll never blast Virginity Shame,_ _The Tenth P----._ _A Sailor vowing he would all his Life, Be true to me, he took another Wife; whose Folshood (not as e're he did Invade My Honour) made me sick, and, dying, said, Ah now at my last Hour I gasping lie: Let only my kind Murtherer be by, Let him, while I breath out my Soul in Sighs, Or gaz't away, look on with pitying Eyes; Let him (for sure he can't deny me this) Seal my cold Lips with one dear parting Kiss._ _The Eleventh P----._ _To have a Sweetheart once it was my Fate, Whom much I lov'd, and now as much do hate, Fo going to be coupled for my Life, He was took from me by a former Wife; Henceforwards I shall ever cautious be Of Marrying one, a Stranger unto me._ _The Twelfth P----._