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<HEAD>THE School of Venus.</HEAD>
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<L>VVhen Lu&s;ty Lads and La&s;&s;es meet, and merrily do play;</L>
<L>The plea&s;ures are &s;o &s;trong and &s;weet, both Sexes Love obey.</L>
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<OPENER>Tune of, <HI>Hail to the Mirtle Shade.</HI></OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>HOw long &s;hall I &s;igh and mourn,</L>
<L>and part with my &s;orrowful tears,</L>
<L>How long &s;hall I live forlorn,</L>
<L>po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ed with troubles and fears;</L>
<L>Now, now I do vow and prote&s;t,</L>
<L>the torment is great that I f&eacute;el;</L>
<L>And I am debare'd of re&s;t,</L>
<L>my &s;orrows I cannot reveal.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Oh who could imagine that love</L>
<L>&s;hould prove &s;uch a terrible pain,</L>
<L>There's nothing my pangs can remove,</L>
<L>while my love doth &s;how me di&s;dain;</L>
<L>For pas&s;ion grows &s;tronger, and &s;tronger</L>
<L>and let me do all that I can;</L>
<L>The&s;e plagues I'le endure no longer,</L>
<L>but will have about with a man.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Though Father and Mother per&s;wade,</L>
<L>their labours will prove but in vain,</L>
<L>My thinks I'm too old for a Maid,</L>
<L>all people they will me di&s;dain:</L>
<L>My Maiden-head I will not k&eacute;ep,</L>
<L>whatever to me doth betide,</L>
<L>I never &s;hall quietly &s;l&eacute;ep,</L>
<L>till I have a &s;tout Lad by my &s;ide.</L>
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<LG>
<L>How happy are tho&s;e that are wed,</L>
<L>and nightly do ta&s;t of that bli&s;s,</L>
<L>For want of which I am half dead,</L>
<L>and hardly can meet with a ki&s;s:</L>
<L>No creature was ever more vext,</L>
<L>then I for the want of a man;</L>
<L>But I'le be no longer perplext,</L>
<L>I'le have one this night if I can.</L>
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<LG>
<L>There's many more younger then I</L>
<L>have ta&s;ted what I do &s;o want,</L>
<L>It makes me put finger in eye,</L>
<L>to think that young-men are &s;o &s;cant;</L>
<L>And my heart it is ready to bur&s;t</L>
<L>&s;ince I can no comfort enjoy,</L>
<L>Of Virgins &s;ure I am the wor&s;t,</L>
<L>with me there is none that will toy.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A young-man that heard her complain,</L>
<L>unto her he did ha&s;tily go,</L>
<L>He told her he'd ea&s;e her of pain,</L>
<L>and bani&s;h her &s;orrow and woe:</L>
<L>He catch'd her fa&s;t hold in his arms,</L>
<L>and gave her &s;weet ki&s;&s;es good &s;tore,</L>
<L>She freely could put up the&s;e harms,</L>
<L>by no means &s;he'd give o're.</L>
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<LG>
<L>At la&s;t he &s;o wanton did grow,</L>
<L>that nothing could &s;erve but the bed:</L>
<L>She thither did willingly go,</L>
<L>and parted with her Maiden-head:</L>
<L>Such ki&s;&s;ing and clipping was there,</L>
<L>the like was &s;carce ever before,</L>
<L>The young&s;ter could not forbear,</L>
<L>while &s;he cry'd for more and more.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But when &s;he the young&s;ter had tam'd,</L>
<L>his courage began to grow cool,</L>
<L>His eagerne&s;s then &s;he much blam'd,</L>
<L>and told him he did like a fool:</L>
<L>Had you fair and &s;oftly gone,</L>
<L>you might have continu'd till night:</L>
<L>But when you were forc'd to be gone,</L>
<L>you rob'd me of joy and Delight.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And every minute, &s;aid &s;he,</L>
<L>to me will appear as a year,</L>
<L>Till again I do dally with thee,</L>
<L>who now art my Ioy and my dear:</L>
<L>No plea&s;ure before that I knew,</L>
<L>could be half &s;o plea&s;ant as this:</L>
<L>Quoth &s;he, I'le thy courage renew,</L>
<L>by the charms of an amorous ki&s;s.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>About his neck &s;he laid her arms,</L>
<L>till ki&s;&s;es had made him half mad,</L>
<L>And by the force of her charms,</L>
<L>had wearyed the young wanton Lad:</L>
<L>Then &s;ighing to her he did &s;ay,</L>
<L>I now mu&s;t be forc'd to give o're;</L>
<L>No longer the wanton I'le play,</L>
<L>this time I can ki&s;s thee no more.</L>
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<P>Printed for <HI>Jo&s;iah Blare,</HI> at the <HI>Looking-Gla&s;s</HI> on <HI>London-Bridge,</HI></P>
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