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 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. 
 The landlady and Tam grew gracious
 Wi' favours secret, sweet and precious.  
 The landlady and Tam grew gracious
 Wi' favours secret, sweet and precious. 
 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. 
 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? 
 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. 
 'Twas he that ranged the words at random flung,
 Pierced the fair pearls and them together strung.  
 'Twas he that ranged the words at random flung,
 Pierced the fair pearls and them together strung. 
 There is a tide in the affairs of women
 Which, taken at the flood, leads--God knows where.  
 There is a tide in the affairs of women
 Which, taken at the flood, leads--God knows where. 
 Some are soon bagg'd but some reject three dozen.
 'Tis fine to see them scattering refusals
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 Some are soon bagg'd but some reject three dozen.
 'Tis fine to see them scattering refusals
  And wild dismay, o'er every angry cousin
   (Friends of the party) who begin accusals,
    Such as--"Unless Miss (Blank) meant to have chosen
     Poor Frederick, why did she accord perusals
      To his billets? Why waltz with him? Why, I pray,
       Look yes least night, and yet say No to-day?" 
 There be three things which are too wonderful for me, yea, four 
which I know not:
 The way read more 
 There be three things which are too wonderful for me, yea, four 
which I know not:
 The way of an eagle in the air; the way of a serpent upon a rock; 
the way of a ship in the midst of the sea; and the way of a man 
with a maid.