  Have you too greatly loved? Sister take warning! Once let your soul be moved, Sable your mourning; If he be satiate, Then an ingratiate, Waiteth the dawning. Shew not the passion That stirs in your veins, Far more alluring To handle the reins, His love ensuring.... In masculine fashion If certain—he wanes. He the pursuer Must ever press on, Passionate wooer Whilst you are a stone; Shew but a touch, Yet never too much And the battle is won. Man is a monster Made to be stroked, Close then your arms Cover your charms; Great the enticement Of beauties when hidden, Of passion well cloaked. Crazed, he shall plead, For what you yield gladly, Fiercer his greed, For what you give madly; You may have measure Of love's burning pleasure And still hold your treasure.... Sister take heed! |
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