Sure I am less than these,-then what can bringDisgrace to me, that so became a king !But when she look'd on you, poor harmless maid,You blush'd, and all the kind intrigue betray'd;Yet still I vow'd, I made a stout defence,I swore, and look'd as bold as innocence;"Damme,—egad!" all that, and—"let me die!"'Kind Venus, do not hear my perjury;Kind Venus, stop thy ears when lovers lie.Now, Betty, how will you my oaths requite?Come, pr'ythee let's compound for more delight;Faith, I am easy, and but ask a night.What! start at the proposal? how! denyPretend fond fears of a discovery ?Refuse, lest some sad chance the thing betray ?Is this your kind, your damn'd obliging way ?Well, deny on; I'll lie, I'll swear no more;Corinna now shall know thou art a whore.I'll tell, since you my fair address forbid,How often, when, and where, and what we did!