The, baggage ready, and the paper-book, our smart gallants the road together took, But ’twould be vain to number their amours; With beauties, Cupid favoured them by scores; Blessed, if only seen by either swain, And doubly bless’d who could attention gain:  Nor wife of alderman, nor wife of mayor, Of justice, nor of governor was there, Who did not anxiously desire her name Might straight be entered in the book of fame!  Hearts, which before were thought as cold as ice, Now warm’d at once and melted in a trice.

          Someinfidel, I fancy, in my ear
          Would whisper-probabilities, I fear,
          Are rather wanting to support the fact;
          However perfectly gallants may act,
          To gain a heart requires full many a day
          If more be requisite I cannot say;
          ’Tis not my plan to dupe or young or old,
          But such to me, howe’er the tale is told,
          And Ariosto never truth forsakes;
          Yet, if at ev’ry step a writer takes,
          He’s closely question’d as to time and place,
          He ne’er can end his work with easy grace. 
          To those, from whom just credence I receive,
          Their tales I promise fully to believe.

          Atlength, when our advent’rers round had play’d,
          And danc’d with ev’ry widow, wife, and maid,
          The full blown lily and the tender rose,
          Astolphus said, though clearly I suppose,
          We can as many hearts securely link,
          As e’er we like, yet better now, I think,
          To stop a while in some delightful spot,
          And that before satiety we’ve got;
          For true it is, with love as with our meat;
          If we, variety of dishes eat,
          The doctors tell us inj’ry will ensue,
          And too much raking none can well pursue. 
          Let us some pleasing fair-one then engage,
          To serve us both:—­enough she’ll prove I’ll wage.

          Jocondeat once replied, with all my heart,
          And I a lady know who’ll take the part;
          She’s beautiful; possesses store of wit;
          And is the wife of one above a cit.

          Withsuch to meddle would be indiscreet,
          Replied the king, more charms we often meet,
          Beneath a chambermaid or laundress’ dress,
          Than any rich coquette can well possess. 
          Besides, with those, less form is oft requir’d,
          While dames of quality must be admir’d;
          Their whims complied with, though suspicions rise;
          And ev’ry hour produces fresh surprise,
          But this sweet charmer of inferior birth
          A treasure proves; a source of bliss on earth. 
          No trouble she to carry here nor there;
          No balls she visits, and requires no care;
          The conquest easy, we may talk or not;
          The only difficulty we have got,
          Is how to find one, we may faithful view;
          So let us choose a girl, to love quite new.