by: Aristaenetus

      AYS a girl to her nurse, "I've a tale to unfold,
      Of utmost concern to us both;
      But first you must swear not to blab when you're told."
      --Nurse greedily swallow'd the oath.
      "I've lost, my dear mother," the innocent said,
      "What should be a virgin's chief pride!"--
      I wish you had seen what a face the dame made,
      And heard how she blubber'd and cried.
      "Hush, for God's sake," says Miss, in a whispering tone,
      The people will hear you within;
      You have sworn to discover my secret to none,
      Then why such a horrible din?
      "My virtue long all opposition withstood,
      And scorn'd at Love's efforts to flinch;
      It retreated at last--but as slow as it could,
      Disputing the ground inch by inch.
      "In vain to my aid did I reason invoke;
      Young Cupid no reason could quell;
      He'd got root in my heart, and there grew like an oak,
      So I fell--but reluctantly fell.
      "Yet surely young Lysias has charms to betray;
      Too charming, alas, to be true!
      But you never heard the soft things he can say--
      Ah! would I had ne'er heard them too:
      "For now that the spoiler has robb'd me of all
      My innocent heart used to prize,
      He cruelly mocks at my tears as they fall--
      The tears he has drawn from my eyes."
      "You've play'd a sad game," cried the matron, aghast;
      "Besides, you disgrace my grey head:
      But since no reflections can alter what's past,
      Cheer up--there's no more to be said.
      "Cheer up, child, I say; why, there's no such great crime;
      Sure I too have met with false men:
      I've known what it was to be trick'd in my time;
      But I know too--to trick them again.
      "But do so no more; lest, should you be rash,
      Your apron-strings publish your tricks:
      Your father, I hope, has a round sum of cash,
      And soon on your husband will fix.
      "Some innocent swain, (if such innocence be!)
      Unskill'd in the myst'ries of love;
      Whose gallantry ne'er went 'yond Phyllis's knee,
      Or fast'ning the garter above.
      "My humble petition may Jupiter hear,
      And grant that you quickly may wed."--
      "So at present, dear mother, I've nothing to fear
      No tale-telling urchin to dread?"--
      "You're safe, my dear daughter, I fancy, as yet;
      And when at the altar you're tied,
      I'll teach you a method your husband to cheat,
      For a virgin, as well as a bride."




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