A Word in Season: OR, Now or Never.  
'tis ne'er too late to be advised well  
Regard it then you Beauties that excel  
Both in external and internal parts  
And do not triumph over Captive hearts:  
Lest you ingrateful being left to time  
Bereft of Charms, be punished that black Crime.  
A pleasant new Tune, of Sweet use-your time, etc.  
 
 
 
 

SWeet use your time, abuse your time  
no longer, but be wise,  
Your Lovers now discover you,  
have Beauty to be prized;  
But if you're coy you'll loaf the joy,  
so cursed will be the fate;  
The Flower will fade, you'll die a Maid,  
and mourn your Chance too late.   

At Thirteen years, and Fourteen years,  
a Virgin's Heart may range;  
'twixt Fifteen years and Fifty years,  
you'll find a wondrous change.  
Then whilst in Tune, in May or June,  
let Love and Youth agree;  
For if you stay till Christmas day  
the Devil shall woo for me.   

For than Loves fire it will expire,  
and Beauty he no more;  
You of each Charm Love will disarm,  
though now, 'tis true, you've store.  
O then be wise, and be not nice,  
lest coyness does undo you:  
Those Blushes hide that have defied  
the passions that pursue you.   

Away with folly, come be jolly,  
shame not your Creation,  
For we were made in love to trade,  
Love is our chief Vocation.  
Time is hasting, Beauty's wasting,  
grasp the happy moment;  
Do not shun and be undone,  
rashly be not so bend.   
 
 

The blushing Rose, your Cheeks disclose  
and Lillyes that are blooming,  
Though fragrant now to time must bow,  
which all things is consuming,  
Each windy blast does Beauty waste  
which gone your hopes are lost  
Then don't disdain a Lover's flame  
lest you at last are crossed.   

Proud Beauties still do want their will  
when kind ones have content  
'tis fate does blind th'ambitious mind  
and makes it oft repent:  
Your Virgin-prime then use in time  
send bashful fear away  
Let not a blush destroy your wish  
but Loves loud call obey.   

Lest the youth to tell you truth  
grows angry by delay,  
And you are forced to be divorced  
from pleasures many a day  
You are deceived if 'tis believed  
'tis always in your power  
To be beloved, which many have proved  
in an unlucky hour.   

For cruelty makes passion die  
ambition is its grave  
Like wand'ring fires, it still retires  
whilst you yourselves deceive,  
With hopes your chain does strong remain  
with which you linked our hearts  
But it does prove too weak for Love  
when scorned for its deserts.   

Open your eyes then and he wise  
〈…〉 happy ●e  
If joys you'd taste that never wast  
let youth and Love agree  
'tis past dispute, age does not suit  
with Love, nor can it strive  
With due desire to rouse that fire  
which keeps the word alive.   

Then use your time pass not your prime  
but with enchanting smiles  
And kill eyes our heart surprise  
but taken in your toils,  
Be full as free to Love as we  
to make your bliss complete  
Than joys will flow which those ne'er know  
who coily make retreat.    

Printed for J. Wright, J. Clark, W. Thackery, and T. Passenger.