She often call'd her fenflefs Chit, And would the never learn more Wit? The Girl afham'd, and vex'd to hear This Tune ftill dunn'd into her Ear; About of all the Neighbours fought, Where the best Wit was to be bought. 人 All laugh'd; but fome among them fent her, To find out Father Bonaventure; For he, (they faid) was furnish'd well, And reasonably cheap would fell. Lucy with Joy heard what they said, But yet with Fear th' Advice obey'd; Much doubting least her Errand fhou'd Displease the Reverend Man of God. So mufing with her felf she went, And argu'd thus on her Intent: Will Will fuch an Holy Man as he, Her modeft Looks her Charms improve, And make her a rich Feast for Love. At length she' accofts the heav'nly Man, By all the Neighbours round I'm told, Tho' if the Purchase comes to more Then from her Hand she strove in hafte The Fryar faw what Pains she took, And pitying much her honest Look, Told her, he'd have her be contented, He'd furnish her with what fhe wanted: Moft commonly we fell, 'tis true, But I'll take nothing for't of you; Here come along, be free from fears, The Walls have neither Eyes, nor Ears, And all the Brotherhood's at Prayers. Thus faying to his Cell he led, And threw her backward on the Bed; With Kisses next the Fair One try'd, The Fair One turn'd her Head aside. What, is it thus that we grow wife? Still more Advantages he gains, At laft the wifh'd-for Port obtains. Lucy was pleas'd, and laughing fwore, She never felt the like before. The Fryar's was an humble Mind, And much to Charity enclin'd; Still in his Arms he kept her close, And for his Honour 'tis averr'd He quickly after gave the third. Lucy lamented her hard Fate, That she should come to Wit so late. But what if this, Sir, should not dò? · Leaft what you have, fhould fail to do, Take it again before you go. She lik'd th' Advice, and try'd once more Then |