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.