Good Madam, when ladies are willing, 
A man must needs look like a fool; 
For me, I would not give a shilling 
For one who would love out of rule. 
You should leave us to guess by your blushing, 
And not speak the matter so plain; 
'Tis ours to write and be pushing, 
'Tis yours to affect a disdain. 
That you're in a terrible taking, 
By all these sweet oglings I see; 
But the fruit that can fall without shaking, 
Indeed is too mellow for me.