On Mr. W—l—g's courting a young Lady who refused his Addresses

Says W—l—g to P—l—e, I almost despair, Of gaining my lovely, adorable Fair; Then, pry'thee, advise me what means I shall try To make the dear, angelic creature comply. Quoth Phade, I'd much rather withhold my advise In a matter so weighty, important and nice; But, saith, I would venture a joe to a shilling You'll never persuade her, friend James, to be—