The longing virgins choice: or, The Scotch lasses delight. Virgins all you that coyness still perswades, though 'gainst your wills you still continue maids; blush not at this, for though the lass is kind, she's not to blame your all so in your mind: and fain would have the thing you dare not name, sighing for that which she does boldly claim: young-men are kind, and would not see you want, if you but ask, what you desire they'l grant: then let not blushes o're your pleasures swell, 'tis sure but scurvy leading apes in Hell. To a modish new Scoth tune, sung at the Dukes Playhouse

London] : Printed for Philip]. Brooksby, at the Golden-Ball, in Pye Corner., between 1670-1696]

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