Jemmys Resolution,
OR, An Answer to Coy Jennys Reply.
You Maidens fair of beauty bright,
I pray attend and mind;
You may be Crowned with Delight,
If you are not unkind.
To the Tune of, Jenny tell me Roundly.
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JENNY when I was most Loyal,
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you did scornfully deride me,
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This is Truth without denyal,
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twas your frowns that did divide me;
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Since tis so, farewel go,
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for Coy Jenny now believe me:
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Beauty fare, shant ensnare,
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nor your frowns shall never grieve me.
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Man with Wisdome may be armed,
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to subdue the heat of folly,
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Hes a Fool that will be Charmed
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to that Fate of Melancholly;
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Though I say, Maidens may
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give to Young-men sharp reflection,
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Yet be ruld, nere be foold,
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take my Counsel for direction.
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Whensoever they discover
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that your Love is most intire,
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Finding you a faithful Lover,
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then theyl baffle your desire:
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Therefore I, them defie,
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I will not be thus abused;
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Love I find, when unkind,
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is a Plague to those that use it.
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BEauty never shall betray me,
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nor subdue my disposition,
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No nor grief shall near decay me,
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I will be my own Physitian;
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For my Love, i[]le remove,
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since my reason doth advise me:
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For no more, Ile adore,
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Beauty shall not tantalize me.
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Jenny thou wast often froward,
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when you found my Love United,
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You were peevish and untoward,
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thus refusd to be delighted;
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You intend, we should bend,
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counting it to be our Duty:
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I reply, Ile deny,
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ere to be a slave to Beauty.
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Should they be perfumd and painted,
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yet I will not be deluded,
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Though they seem for to be Sainted,
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yet from me they are excluded;
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To prevail, they shall fail,
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I will still withstand the motion;
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I will be, perfect free,
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this shall be my resolution.
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Then brave Lads of Loyal London,
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see what here I have indicted,
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Maidens they will cry theyre undone,
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if they find they once are slighted;
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They lament, and Repent,
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that they ever was so cruel:
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Then youl find, theyl be kind,
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and will prize you as a Jewel.
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Though you love with true affection,
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and desire to raise your Honour,
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Then observe my kind direction,
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do not seem to dote upon her:
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If you do, as Im true,
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they will certainly reject you;
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With a frown, run you down,
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and will not at all respect you.
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What I have in brief declared,
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let it be your Rule umninded,
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See you dont at all defer it,
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then youl never fail to find it;
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Happile you may be
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free from all vexatious clamours:
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Then beware of the snare,
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that woud cross your pleasant hu-mours.
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Wine will truly make thee merry,
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and will banish all vexation,
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Fill the tother Glass of Sherry,
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give thy heart a sweet Colation;
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For no more Ile adore
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neither Jenny, Sue, nor Sarah:
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But brave Boys, Crown our joys
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with a Glass of Rich Canary.
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