Right Courtship. 1658

SHould I kiss every one that's fair,
Or marry all I court;
I like the Captain should appear,
That conquered every Fort,
And nothing left for those that love the Sport.

What matter I though Rumour snarle,
That I took not the Town:
Since I did bring her to a Parle,
It is as much renown,
As If I knock'd, and beat her Bulwarks down.

Self-int'rest is the safest claim,
Let Wealth, and Worth be had;
To level there's the surest aim,
And he the wisest Lad
Who makes no Match, but by a Match is made.