Reply To Some Verses Of J. M. B. Pigot, Esq., On The Cruelty Of His Mistress. [1]

1. Why, Pigot, complain Of this damsel's disdain, Why thus in despair do you fret? For months you may try, Yet, believe me, a sigh Will never obtain a coquette. 2. Would you teach her to love? For a time seem to rove; At first she may frown in a pet; But leave her awhile, She shortly will smile, And then you may kiss your coquette. 3. For such are the airs Of these fanciful fairs, They think all our homage a debt: Yet a partial neglect Soon takes an effect, And humbles the proudest coquette. 4. Dissemble your pain, And lengthen your chain, And seem her hauteur to regret; If again you shall sigh, She no more will deny, That yours is the rosy coquette. 5. If still, from false pride, Your pangs she deride, This whimsical virgin forget; Some other admire, Who will melt with your fire, And laugh at the little coquette. 6. For me, I adore Some twenty or more, And love them most dearly; but yet, Though my heart they enthral, I'd abandon them all, Did they act like your blooming coquette. 7. No longer repine, Adopt this design, And break through her slight-woven net! Away with despair, No longer forbear To fly from the captious coquette. 8. Then quit her, my friend! Your bosom defend, Ere quite with her snares you're beset: Lest your deep-wounded heart, When incens'd by the smart, Should lead you to curse the coquette.