A Dialogue between a Town Spark and his Miss. Thomas D'Urfey Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. R17889 D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723. New poems, consisting of satyrs, elegies, and odes together with a choice collection of the newest court songs set to musick by the best masters of the age / all written by Mr. D'Urfey. London Printed for J. Bullord ... and A. Roper ... 1690 pp. 78-79. [16],207,[1]p.

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A Dialogue between a Town Spark and his Miss . She . DID you not promise me when you lay by me , That you would Marry me , can you deny me ? He . If I did promise thee , 'twas but to try thee , Call up your Witnesses , else I defie thee . She . Ah , who would trust you Men , that Swear and Vow so , Born only to deceive , how can you do so ? He . If we can Swear and Lye , you can Dissemble , And then to hear the Lye , would make one Tremble . She . Had I not lov'd , you had found a denial My tender Heart , alas , was but too real ; He , Real I know you were , I've often try'd ye , Real to forty more Lovers besides me . She . If thousands lov'd me , where was my Transgression , You we were the only He , e'er got Possession ? He . Thou couldst talk prettily ere thou couldst go , Child ; But I'm too old and wise , to be sham'd so , Child . She . Tho y'are so Cruel you'll never believe me , Yet do but take the Child , all I forgive thee . He . Send your Kid home to me , I will take care on't , If't has the Mothers gifts , 'twill prove a rare one .