Woman now by grace and feature

Woman now by grace and feature, Sighs and vows, will not be caught, If you have the pretty creature, The pretty creature must be bought. You may swear, You may tear, You may cry, You may lie, You may kneel, You may feel All the pangs that from love's raging fervours arise, And proclaim her an angel dropt down from the skies. No pity she shews For your budget of woes; She scoffs at your tears, and derides all your pain, And e'en darling flatt'ry assails her in vain.— Who then finds the way His addresses do pay, In a style which this whimsical creature can fix— He who drives to her door In a chariot and four, Or old Nick himself in a fine coach and six.