Kind WILLIAM, Or, Constant BETTY.
Let Maids beware, and shun the snare,
I say be rul'd by me;
Though you embrace, be perfect Chaste,
from stains of Infamy.
To the Tune of
The Doubting Virgin.
COnstant
Betty that sweet Creature,
she was
William's hearts delight;
In the Shades he chanc'd to meet her,
when Fair
Phoebus shined bright:
In conclusion his delusion
was to bring her to his Bow,
Let's not dally, shall I, shall I,
but she answer'd, no, no, no.
Then his
Betty he Embraced,
hoping for to win the Field,
She with modesty was graced,
and resolved not to yield:
She denyed, he replyed,
do not seek my Overthrow,
Let's not dally, shall I, shall I,
but she answer'd no, no, no.
Thou hast set mine heart on fire,
sweetest Creature be not coy,
Grant me what I do desire,
thou shalt be my only joy:
Thus he Woo'd her to delude her,
and to bring her to his Bow,
Let's not dally, shall I, shall I,
but she answer'd no, no, no.
Love thou art my only treasure,
then he took her by the hand,
Let me now enjoy the pleasure,
I will be at thy command:
Don't abuse me, nor refuse me,
lest it proves my overthrow,
Let's not dally, shall I, shall I,
but she, &c.
Now admit me, my sweet
Betty,
to salute and lay thee down,
None alive I think more prity,
I will thee with pleasure Crown:
Don't deny me, do but try me,
from those charms such pleasures flow,
Let's not dally, shall I, shall I,
but she, &c.
Thy obliging Eye hath won me,
dearest I am not in jest,
Why should'st thou be coy and shun me,
I am certainly possest
With thy Beauty for my duty
is to bring thee to my Bow.
Let's not dally, shall I, shall I,
but she, &c.
Dearest
Betty sit down by me,
let us lovingly agree,
Sweetest Creature don't deny me,
Cupid's Dart hath wounded me:
Then come near me, Love and chear me
for my heart is sinking low,
Let's not dally, shall I, shall I,
but she, &c.
Betty's Answer to
William's Request.
WIlliam you are much mistaken,
you shall never me ensnare,
In your Net I'll not be taken,
therefore now your Suit forbear:
I'll deny it, and defie it,
for I vow it shan't be so,
While I marry, I will tarry,
and will answer no, no, no.
I from Love will be excluded,
e'er I'll hear an idle Tale,
I will never be deluded,
no, nor shall you e'er prevail,
To embrace me, and disgrace me,
thus to sink my heart full low,
While I marry, I will tarry,
and will, &c.
WILLIAM.
Now my loving constant
Betty,
I will ever thee adore,
For thy Answer has been witty,
I will never tempt thee more:
When I try'd thee, thou deny'd me,
all thy answer still was No,
We'll not tarry, but will Marry,
then it must and shall be so.
FINIS.
Printed for I. Deacon in Gilt-spur-street.