Why, Pigot, complain of this damsel's disdain, <br /> Why thus in despair do you fret? <br />For months you may try, yet, believe me, a sigh <br /> Will never obtain a coquette. <br /> <br />Would you teach her to love? for a time seem to rove; <br /> At first she may frown in a pet; <br />But leave her awhile, she shortly will smile, <br /> And then you may kiss your coquette. <br /> <br />For such are the airs of these fanciful fairs, <br /> They think all our homage a debt: <br />Yet a partial neglect soon takes an effect, <br /> And humbles the proudest coquette. <br /> <br />Dissemble your pain, and lengthen your chain, <br /> And seem her hauteur to regret; <br />If again you shall sigh, she no more will deny, <br /> That yours is the rosy coquette. <br /> <br />If still, from false pride, your pangs she deride, <br /> This whimsical virgin forget; <br />Some other adiaiire, who will melt with your fire, <br /> And laugh at the little coquette. <br /> <br />For me I adore some twenty or more, <br /> And love them most dearly but yet <br />Though my heart they enthral, I'd abandon them all, <br /> Did they act like your blooming coquette. <br /> <br />No longer repine, adopt this design, <br /> And break through her slight-woven net; <br />Away with despair, no longer forbear <br /> To fly from the captious coquette. <br /> <br />Then quit her, my friend your bosom defend, <br /> Ere quite with her snares you're beset; <br />Lest your deep-wounded heart, when incensed by the smart, <br /> Should lead you to curse the coquette.<br /><br />George Gordon Byron<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reply-to-some-verses-of-j-m-b-pigot-esq-2/
