The Gentleman's Answer

Whilst pretty fellows think a woman's fame In ev'ry state and ev'ry age the same; With their own folly pleas'd, the fair they toast, And where they least are happy, swear they're most; No difference making 'twixt coquet and prude; And her that seems, yet is not really lewd; While thus they think, and thus they vainly live, And taste no joys but what their fancy give: Let this great maxim be my action's guide, May I ne'er hope, though I am ne'er deny'd; Nor think a woman won, that's willing to be try'd.