love you

    When you Love, or speak of it,
    
    Make no serious matter on it,
    
    It will make but subject for her wit,
    
    And gain her scorn in lieu of Grant.
    
    Sneering, whining, dull Grimasses
    
    Pale the Appetite, they'd move；
    
    Only Boys and formal Asses
    
    Thus are Ridicul'dby Love.
    
    
    
    While you make Mystery
    
    Of Your Love and awful flame;
    
    Young and tender Hearts will fly,
    
    Frightend at the very name;
    
    Always brisk and gayly court,
    
    Make Love your pleasure not your pain,
    
    It is by wanton play and sport
    
    Heedless Virgins that you will gain.