I still preserv'd my Maiden fame,
In spight of Oaths and Lying;
Tho' many a long chinn'd Youngster came,
And fain would be enjoying:
My Fan, to guard my Lips I kept,
From Cupid's lewd o'errunner;
And many a Roman Nose I rapp'd,
When I was a Dame of Honour.
My Curling Locks I never bought
Of Beggar's dirty Daughters;
Nor prompted by a wanton thought,
Above Knee ty'd my Garters;
I never glow'd with Painted Pride,
Like Punk when the Devil has won her:
Nor prov'd a cheat to be a Bride,
When I was a Dame of Honour.
My Neighbours still I treated round,
And Strangers that come near me;
The Poor too always Welcome found,
Whose Prayers did still endear me;
Let therefore who at Court would be,
No Churl, nor yet no Fawner:
Match in old Hospitality,
Queen Besses Dame of Honour.
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