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 Do proper homage to thine idol's eyes;
 But no too humbly, or she will despise
  Thee and read more 
 Do proper homage to thine idol's eyes;
 But no too humbly, or she will despise
  Thee and thy suit, though told in moving tropes:
   Disguise even tenderness if thou art wise. 
 'Tis an old lesson; time approves it true,
 And those who know it best, deplore it most;
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 'Tis an old lesson; time approves it true,
 And those who know it best, deplore it most;
  When all is won that all desire to woo,
   The paltry prize is hardly worth the cost. 
 Never wedding, ever wooing,
 Still a lovelorn heart pursuing,
  Read you not the wrong you're doing
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 Never wedding, ever wooing,
 Still a lovelorn heart pursuing,
  Read you not the wrong you're doing
   In my cheek's pale hue?
    All my life with sorrow strewing;
     Wed or cease to woo. 
 Why don't the men propose, mamma?
 Why don't the men propose?  
 Why don't the men propose, mamma?
 Why don't the men propose? 
 Not much he kens, I ween, of woman's breast,
 Who thinks that wanton thing is won by sighs.  
 Not much he kens, I ween, of woman's breast,
 Who thinks that wanton thing is won by sighs. 
 She that with poetry is won,
 Is but a desk to write upon;
  And what men say read more 
 She that with poetry is won,
 Is but a desk to write upon;
  And what men say of her they mean
   No more than on the thing they lean. 
 Woo the fair one when around
 Early birds are singing;
  When o'er all the fragrant ground
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 Woo the fair one when around
 Early birds are singing;
  When o'er all the fragrant ground
   Early herbs are springing:
    When the brookside, bank, and grove
     All with blossom laden,
      Shine with beauty, breathe of love,
       Woo the timid maiden. 
 'Tis enough--
 Who listens once will listen twice;
  Her heart be sure is not of ice,
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 'Tis enough--
 Who listens once will listen twice;
  Her heart be sure is not of ice,
   And one refusal no rebuff. 
 So mourn'd the dame of Ephesus her Love,
 And thus the Soldier arm'd with Resolution
  Told his read more 
 So mourn'd the dame of Ephesus her Love,
 And thus the Soldier arm'd with Resolution
  Told his soft Tale, and was a thriving Wooer.