The maids ansvver to the batchelors ballad. Or, Love without remedy. : Thou scriber! unto whom the vulgar crew, gives small applause, yet more then is thy due; whose brazen brow, a wither'd wreath adorns, which better wou'd become a pair of horns: know we contemn thee: thy malicious pen can have no influence on the minds of men: in our dispraise, in vain thou seek'st to write, true, thou mayst shew thy teeth, but canst not bite. Alas! rude boy; love is a generous pain, which minds ignoble, cannot entertain: therefore thy accusations are unjust, in giving love the character of lust. With allowance, by Ro. L'Estrange. To the tune of; No more silly Cupid: or, The Duke of Monmouth's jig.