A SONG. [Ye swains cease to flatter, our hearts to obtain] Elizabeth Hands (née Herbert) 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. T141063 Hands, Elizabeth, 1746-1815. The death of Amnon. A poem. With an appendix: containing pastorals, and other poetical pieces. By Elizabeth Hands. [Coventry] Printed for the author, by N. Rollason, Coventry, M,DCCLXXXIX. 1789 pp. 117-118. [40],127,[1]p.; 8⁰.

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A SONG . [ Ye swains cease to flatter , our hearts to obtain ] Ye swains cease to flatter , our hearts to obtain , If your persons plead not , what your tongues say is vain ; Though sickle you call us , believe me you're wrong , We're fixt as a rock , as a rock too are strong . Though sometimes , when suddenly struck with your charms , We melt into softness , and sink in your arms , Or breathe a soft sigh , when you from us depart ; That shakes not the purpose that's firm in the heart . Too vainly ye boast we are easily won ; If on you , as on all , we should smile like the sun , You laugh in your sleeves , when you from us retire , And think that we love , when we only admire . We are not so easily led by the nose , Though with coxcombs we chatter , and flirt with the beaux ; Yet seldom or never our hearts they command , Though sometimes through pity we give them our hand . A tony , a coxcomb , a beau , or a clown , Well season'd with money , may sometimes go down ; But these in our hearts we can never revere ; The worthy man only can hold a place there .