To the Lady above-mention'd, saying I gave her a very senseless, impudent Answer

In Mazes of impertinence involv'd,
You are not yet, nor can be e'er resolv'd.
I thought, — Because — had fairly play'd it's part;
'Tis very hard, you should more Questions start,
Than your whole Sex can Answer for their Heart.
All the response they practise, won't suffice;
Yes, No; — or shall I Answer you with Why's?
By you, I hope, I shall no more be task'd,
Answer'd, as civilly, as I was ask'd.
Now, since I give you my replies so plain,
Favour me once, and tell me what you […].
Then, if I yet must Answer you more true,
Start me a thousand Questions all anew.
I'll make replies, as fast as they are said,
Answer me only this —
What 'tis you think, and what you do a Bed.