Song for a girl

Young I am and yet unskilled

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;

[Ere I can my soul disguise,

Heave my breasts, and roll my eyes.

Stay not till I learn the way,

How to lie, and to betray;

He that has me first, is blest,

For I may deceive the rest.

Could I find a blooming youth,

Full of love and full of truth,

Brisk, and of a jaunty mien,

I should long to be fifteen.]