The Answer

Good Madam, when ladies are willing, A man must needs look like a sool; For one I would not give a shilling For one that can love without rule.

At least you should wait for our orfers, Nor snatch like old maids in despair; If you've lived to these years without proffers Your sighs are now lost in the air.

You should leave us to guess at your blushing, And not speak the matter too plain; 'Tis ours to be forward and pushing; 'Tis yours to allect a di'dain.

That you're in a terrible taking From all your sond oghugs I see; But the fruit that will fall without shaking Indeed is too mellow for me.