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VERSES by JOHN SUCKLING

First Line: I AM CONFIRM'D A WOMAN CAN
Last Line: IF E'ER I DOTE UPON YOU MORE!
I AM confirm'd a woman can
Love this, or that, or any other man:
This day she's melting hot,
To-morrow swears she knows you not;
If she but a new object find,
Then straight she's of another mind.
Then hang me, ladies, at your door,
If e'er I dote upon you more!

Yet still I'll love the fairsome (why?
For nothing but to please my eye);
And so the fat and soft-skinn'd dame
I'll flatter to appease my flame;
For she that's musical I'll long,
When I am sad, to sing a song;
Then hang me, ladies, at your door,
If e'er I dote upon you more!

I'll give my fancy leave to range
Through everywhere to find out change:
The black, the brown, the fair shall be
But objects of variety;
I'll court you all to serve my turn,
But with such flames as shall not burn.
Then hang me, ladies, at your door,
If e'er I dote upon you more!



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