CUPIDS Victory over the Virgin's hearts OR, LOVE in its Colours.  
When Cupid's Dart does pierce the heart  
of a fair Youthful Maid;  
She's forced to bend, and not Contend,  
his Laws must be Obeyed.  
To a Pleasant New Play-Tune; Or, The Maids a Washing themselves.  

This may be Printed,  
R. P.   
 
 

WHere's my Shepherd (my love) hey-ho,  
On yonder Mountain amidst the Snow;  
I dearly love him I vow, and now,  
will follow, and merrily to him go:  
My young Shepherd has Beauty and Charms  
And I long to find him in my arms,  
I long for Night, to Embrace him a Bed,  
And I long to give him my Maidenhead.   

Soft and sweet are the joys of Love,  
Which every Virgin does long to prove,  
I will not tarry, but Marry,  
and every Rival will soon remove:  
Bonny Susan does muse on all night,  
Upon all our joys and sweet delight,  
She dreams of Kisses, Embraces, and charms,  
And she starts, and thinks my love in her arms   

Sweetly looks the fair Bride in Bed,  
With thousand Cupid's all round her head,  
She softly sighs, and wishes, and Kisses,  
as soon as the Curtains are closely spread:  
Every Bridegroom does then what he please,  
And the lovely Brides their flames appease,  
I need not name what young Lovers do do,  
For 'tis known to every one, I and to you.   

Mark how kindly she looks next day,  
More lively, lovely, more brisk and gay,  
'Twould make maids long to be cooing & wooing  
to see how these wantoness do sport & play:  
Some new charm in his looks she espies,  
And then he looks Babies in her eyes;  
Then while her fondling new pleasures does seek  
She kindly kisses and claps his cheek.   

Vain it is to be nice and coy,  
And let old Time all our youth destroy,  
I like not Whining and pining,  
for that which one easily mightly enjoy;  
There are bonny, brisk lovers in store,  
And then what can Maidens wish for more,  
What need has Susan to sigh and look pale,  
When she might o'er Thomas his heart prevail.   

Have not Women soft charms and Arts,  
By Nature given to conquer hearts,  
Which never does fail, but prevail,  
as often as ever they shoot their Darts;  
No brisk youth can withstand a Maid's charms  
But does strangely soften in her Arms,  
The Roughest Hero in all the bright field,  
To a brighter Beauty will bow and yield,   

Now young buxom fair Maids come here,  
And learn this Lesson (to Love give ear)  
The little Boy is so pretty and witty,  
and pleasant and soft, that you need not fear:  
Roger he shall have Cisley and Nan,  
And young Kate shall kiss my Lady's Man,  
Doll shall have William, & john shall have jone,  
And thus neither Sex shall lie alone,   
FINIS.