A Case Stated

Now how shall I do with my love and my pride.
Dear Dick give me counsel, if Friendship has any,
Pr'ythee purge, or let blood, surly Richard reply'd.
And forget the Coquet in the arms of your Nanny.

While I pleaded with passion how much I deserv'd,
For the pains and the torments for more than a year ;
She look'd in an Almanack, whence she observ'd,
That it wanted a fortnight to Bartlemew-Fair.

My Cowley, and Waller, how vainly I quote,
While my negligent judge only Hears with her Eye,
In a long flaxen-wig, and embroider'd new coat.
Her spark saying nothing talks better than I.