1. Why, Pigot, Complain Of This Damsel'S Disdain, Why Thus In Despair Do You Fret? For Months You May Try, Yet, Believe Me, A Sigh Will Never Obtain A Coquette. 2. Would You Teach Her To Love? For A Time Seem To Rove; At First She May Frown In A Pet; But Leave Her Awhile, She Shortly Will Smile, And Then You May Kiss Your Coquette. 3. For Such Are The Airs Of These Fanciful Fairs, They Think All Our Homage A Debt: Yet A Partial Neglect Soon Takes An Effect, And Humbles The Proudest Coquette. 4. Dissemble Your Pain, And Lengthen Your Chain, And Seem Her Hauteur To Regret; If Again You Shall Sigh, She No More Will Deny, That Yours Is The Rosy Coquette. 5. If Still, From False Pride, Your Pangs She Deride, This Whimsical Virgin Forget; Some Other Admire, Who Will Melt With Your Fire, And Laugh At The Little Coquette. 6. For Me, I Adore Some Twenty Or More, And Love Them Most Dearly; But Yet, Though My Heart They Enthral, I'd Abandon Them All, Did They Act Like Your Blooming Coquette. 7. No Longer Repine, Adopt This Design, And Break Through Her Slight-Woven Net! Away With Despair, No Longer Forbear To Fly From The Captious Coquette. 8. Then Quit Her, My Friend! Your Bosom Defend, Ere Quite With Her Snares You're Beset: Lest Your Deep-Wounded Heart, When Incens'D By The Smart, Should Lead You To Curse The Coquette.