Classic Poem

A Curse attends the doating fool
That woman 's always pleasing,
Depend on't he'll be made her tool ,
And she'll be ever teasing.
He spoils the sex that too much bears,
In softest terms I'd woo them;
But if they shew'd their female airs ,
I never wou'd pursue them.

If thus we act they'll lose their sway,
The nymphs will all come to us,
But if we take the other way
They surely will undo us.
If once we're shy the women fret,
Discover soon their passions;
But if we're eager they coquet ,
And hide their inclinations,

Then follow lads this wholesome scheme,
And then no flame they'll smother,
No courtship's will so tedious seem,
But soon you'll know each other:
You'll then possess your Sylvia's charms,
Nor will so long be sighing;
But soon she'll leap into your arms,
And save a whole year's Lying .