1 YOUNG I am, and yet unskill'd How to make a Lover yield: How to keep, or how to gain, When to love; and when to feign. 2 Take me, take me, some of you, While I yet am Young and True; E're I can my Soul disguise; Heave my Breasts, and roul my Eyes. 3 Stay not till I learn the way, How to Lye, and to Betray; He that has me first, is blest, For I may deceive the rest. 4 Cou'd I find a blooming Youth, Full of Love, and full of Truth, Brisk, and of a janty mean I shou'd long to be Fifteen. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DOG by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES ON THE DEATH OF THE REV. MR. GEORGE WHITEFIELD, 1770 by PHILLIS WHEATLEY A WINTER PIECE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ON THE DEATH OF CYNTHIA'S HORSE by PHILIP AYRES |