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Now is my Time, thinks he, the Moon is bright,Nor care I, if I travel all the Night;

For at his Door, since Day began to spring,

I’ve seen, like him, no Kind of Man or Thing.

It is resolv’d-to Alison I’ll go,

When the first Morning Cock does cro w ;

And to her Window privately repair ;

Then knock, and tell her my tormenting Care :I’ll open all my Breast, and ease my Heart,

For ’tis too much to bear Love’s stinging Smart.Some little Comfort sure l shall not miss,

At least slie’ll grant the Favour of a Kiss.

My Mouth has iteb’d all Day, from whence it feThat I lhall kiss ; besides my pleasant DreamsOf Feasts and Banquets, whence a Man may guessThat I may haply meet with some Success:

But for an Hour or two before 1 go,

I'll first refrelh me with a Nap or io.

Now the first Cock had wak’d from his ReposeThe jolly Absalcn , and up he rose.

But first he dresses finical and gay,

And looks like any Beau at Church or Play.

And brisk as Bridegroom on a Wedding Day,Nicely he combs the Ringlets of his Hair,

And, wailsd with Rofewater, looks fresh and fair ;Then with his Finger he her Window twang’d,Whisper’d a gentle Tone, and thus harangu’d.

Sweet Alison, viy Hony-comh, my Dear,

My Bird, my Cinamtn, your Lo ver hear.

Awake and speak one Word before I part ;

But one kind Word, the Balsam to my Heart.

Little you think, alas ! the mighty Woe,

Which'for the Love of thee 1 undergo.

For thee 1 swelter, and for thee I sweat,

And mourn as Lambkins for the Mothers TeaseHor false my Grief, nor docs the Hurtle DoweLament more truly, or more truly lo-ve.

I cannot eat nor drink, and all for thee - > —

Get from my Window, you Jack Fool, said fi»e