When You Lovewhen you Love， or speak of it，

    Make no serious matter on't，

    'Twill make but subject for her wit

    And gain her scorn in lieu of Grant.

    Sneering¹， whining²， dull Grimasses

    Pale the Appetite， they'd move

    Only Boys and formal Asses³

    Thus are Ridicul'dby Love.

    while you make Mystery

    Of Your Love and awful flame；

    Young and tender Hearts will fly，

    Frighted at the very name；

    Always brisk and gayly court，

    Make Love your pleasure not your pain，

    'Tis by wanton play and sport

    Heedless Virgins⁴ you will gain.

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