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But in our Sex too many Proofs there are,
Of such whom Wits undo, and Fools repair.
This in my time was so receiv'd a Rule,
Hardly a Wench in Town but had her Fool;
The meanest common Slut, who long was grown
The Jest and Scorn of every Pit Buffoon,
Had yet left Charms enough to have subdu'd
Some Fopp or other fond to be thought lewd.
Foster could make an Irish Lord a Nokes,
And Betty Morris had her City Cokes.
A Woman's nere so ruin'd, but she can
Be still reveng'd on her Undoer Man:
How lost so e're, she'll find some Lover more
A lewd abandon'd Fool, then she's a Whore.
That wretched Thing Corinna, who had run
Through all the several Wayes of being undone.
Cozen'd at first by Love, and living then
By turning the too dear bought Trick on Men:
Gay were the Hours, and Wing'd with Joy they flew,
When first the Town her early Beauty knew:
Courted, admir'd, and lov'd, with Presents fed,
Youth in her Looks, and Pleasure in her Bed;
Till Fate, or her ill Angel thought it fit
To make her dote upon a Man of Wit;
Who found 'twas dull to love above a Day,
Made his ill-natur'd Jest, and went away.
Now scorn'd by all, forsaken and oppress't,
She's a Memento mori to the Rest:
Diseas'd, decay'd, to take up Half a Crown.
Must Mortgage her long Scarff, and Manto Gown.
Poor Creature! who unheard of, as a Flie
In some dark Hole must all the Winter lie:
And Want, and Dirt endure a whole half Year,
That for one Month She Tawdry may appear.
In Easter Term She gets her a new Gown,
When my young Masters Worship comes to Town:
From Pedagog and Mother just set free,
The Heir and Hopes of a great Family;
Who with strong Ale and Beef the Country Rules,
And ever since the Conquest have been Fools:
And now with careful Prospect to maintain
This Character, lest crossing of the Strain
Should mend the Booby-breed, his Friends provide
A Cousin of his own for his fair Bride.
And thus set out
With an Estate, no Wit, and a young Wife,
The solid Comforts of a Coxcombs life:
Of such whom Wits undo, and Fools repair.
This in my time was so receiv'd a Rule,
Hardly a Wench in Town but had her Fool;
The meanest common Slut, who long was grown
The Jest and Scorn of every Pit Buffoon,
Had yet left Charms enough to have subdu'd
Some Fopp or other fond to be thought lewd.
Foster could make an Irish Lord a Nokes,
And Betty Morris had her City Cokes.
A Woman's nere so ruin'd, but she can
Be still reveng'd on her Undoer Man:
How lost so e're, she'll find some Lover more
A lewd abandon'd Fool, then she's a Whore.
That wretched Thing Corinna, who had run
Through all the several Wayes of being undone.
Cozen'd at first by Love, and living then
By turning the too dear bought Trick on Men:
Gay were the Hours, and Wing'd with Joy they flew,
When first the Town her early Beauty knew:
Courted, admir'd, and lov'd, with Presents fed,
Youth in her Looks, and Pleasure in her Bed;
Till Fate, or her ill Angel thought it fit
To make her dote upon a Man of Wit;
Who found 'twas dull to love above a Day,
Made his ill-natur'd Jest, and went away.
Now scorn'd by all, forsaken and oppress't,
She's a Memento mori to the Rest:
Diseas'd, decay'd, to take up Half a Crown.
Must Mortgage her long Scarff, and Manto Gown.
Poor Creature! who unheard of, as a Flie
In some dark Hole must all the Winter lie:
And Want, and Dirt endure a whole half Year,
That for one Month She Tawdry may appear.
In Easter Term She gets her a new Gown,
When my young Masters Worship comes to Town:
From Pedagog and Mother just set free,
The Heir and Hopes of a great Family;
Who with strong Ale and Beef the Country Rules,
And ever since the Conquest have been Fools:
And now with careful Prospect to maintain
This Character, lest crossing of the Strain
Should mend the Booby-breed, his Friends provide
A Cousin of his own for his fair Bride.
And thus set out
With an Estate, no Wit, and a young Wife,
The solid Comforts of a Coxcombs life:
Dung-
