| J. C. Squire, ed. A Book of Women’s Verse. 1921. | | | | Song: “Why, Damon, why, why, why so pressing?” | | By Mary, Lady Chudleigh (1656–1710) |
| | | WHY, Damon, why, why, why so pressing? | |
| The heart you beg ’s not worth possessing: | |
| Each look, each word, each smile ’s affected, | |
| And inward charms are quite neglected; | |
| Then scorn her, scorn her, foolish swain, | 5 |
| And sigh no more, no more, in vain; | |
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| Beauty’s worthless, fading, flying; | |
| Who would for trifles think of dying? | |
| Who for a face, a shape, would languish, | |
| And tell the brooks and groves his anguish, | 10 |
| Till she, till she thinks fit to prize him, | |
| And all, and all beside despise him? | | | | |
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