Young I am and yet unskilled
How to make a lover yield,
How to keep, or how to gain,
When to love, and when to feign. 

Take me, take me, some of you,
While I yet am young and true;
Ere I can my soul disguise,
Heave my breasts, and roll my eyes.

Stay not till I learn the way, 
How to lie, and to betray; 
He that has me first, is blest, 
For I may deceive the rest. 

Could I find a blooming youth,
Full of love and full of truth,
Brisk, and of a jaunty mien,
I should long to be fifteen.