The Courtier: A Fragment

OUR Courtiers traffick for their fame
Like Nymphs for what I need not name
If this and that time they hold out
It is their Virtue ? Yes no doubt
In short they happen to despise
The Lover now and now the Price
But be the Youth Gallant, the Sum
Sufficient, what reply they — Mum
Nature and Intrest must prevail
And flesh and blood you know are frail.

To charm the fair to cheat the Wise
To lure us to the Proffer'd Vice
'Tis all but coming to our Price.