Ma Belle Coquette

Ma Belle Coquette, ah! why disdain, To hear my faithful sighs? With cold neglect why seek to pain The heart that for thee dies? Those eyes where all the graces play, Where all the loves are met, In pity cease to turn away From me, Ma Belle Coquette.

Tho' foplings slutter round thee, love, To share thy envied smiles, Their empty smiles be far above, And spurn their specious wiles; To virtue train'd, ah! let thine heart Delusive joys forget, And real raptures deign t'impart To me, Ma Belle Coquette.

The beauteous form, th' expansive mind, In thee their influence blend; And to thy lover's ardour bind Th' affection of the friend: My cause may love and friendship plead, And, fate propitious, let Thy heart bestow its gen'rous meed On me, Ma Belle Coquette.

Those pleasure's which from folly flow, With indignation leave; And teach thy youthful heart to know, They please but to deceive: Then bless, sweet maid, these faithful arms, And fashion's lures forget, T' enjoy retirements mental charms With me Ma Belle Coquette.