The maids ansvver to the batchelors ballad, or, Love without remedy : Thou scriber! unto whom the vulgar crew, gives small applause, yet more then is thy due : whose brazen brow, a wither'd wreath adorns, which better wou'd become a pair of horns : know we contemn thee: thy malicious pen can have no influence on the minds of men : in our dispraise, in vain thou seek'st to write, true, thou mayst shew thy teeth, but canst not bite : alas! rude boy; love is a generous pain, which minds ignoble, cannot entertain : therefore thy accusations are unjust, in giving love the character of lust : with allowance / by Ro. L'Estrange ; to the tune of; No more silly Cupid: or, The Duke of Monmouth's jig.


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