IN RETURN FOR THE PRESENT OF A PAIR OF BUCKLES. The female heart by bribes is oft assail'd, Full oft by bribes the female heart is won, When tears, and sighs, and flatteries have fail'd, An ear-ring or a necklace might have done. Hence men their court by various presents make, A song, a fan, a top-knot, or a glove, The gift, still pleasing for the giver's sake, Is welcom'd as an emblem of his love. My gentle swain a happier art has found At once his passion and success to prove, Whilst by his magic gift my feet are bound, No power is left me to escape his love.