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<P>THE In&s;inuating Bawd: AND THE <HI>Repenting Harlot.</HI></P>
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<DIV1 TYPE="dedication">
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<HEAD>THE Repenting Harlot TO THE <HI>In&s;inuating Bawd.</HI></HEAD>
<OPENER><SALUTE>Mo&s;t Hypocritical Beldam!</SALUTE></OPENER>
<P>S&V;RE nothing but the Vile&s;t Complication of all man|ner of <HI>Devili&s;m,</HI> could have Acted a <HI>Judas</HI>'s part with &s;o much &s;ubtilty, for the Lucre of a few ba&s;e Pence, as your abominable &s;elf, thou <HI>Hodg Podge</HI> of all <HI>Wickedne&s;s;</HI> in deluding a poor Innocent Creature, by the bewitching Sorcery of your In&s;inuating Tongue, to &s;atisfie the Lu&s;t of an Ingrateful Sinner, to her whole Life's Mi&s;ery.</P>
<P>I am Pleas'd with nothing in this World, but to hear the Venereal Remains of your Juvenal Debauches, have &s;ent you Packing to the <HI>Bath,</HI> to there Parboile your filthy Carca&s;e, with a Vain hope of Repairing your Rotten Limbs, which I believe the be&s;t Pre&s;erver of Humane Bodies, is unable to keep Alive from Stinking. Some Cripples I have heard, have been &s;o perfectly re&s;tor'd to their Healthful Abilites by the <HI>Bath,</HI> as to leave their Crutches behind'em: But I que&s;tion not, if there be any Ju&s;tice in Hot Water towards thee, the mo&s;t In|famous of Sinners: If you leave any thing behind you, 'twill be your No&s;e, or your Shinbones, in order to Puni&s;h you, for tho&s;e Ills which you have not been Contented to Practice your &s;elf, but to draw Innocence into.</P>
<P>The Sufferings and Sorrows I now Labour under, are all
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owing to your Confounded Lady&s;hip, and your Exta&s;ies of Joy with a Pox to 'em, (for &s;o I've found 'em) have &s;truck up &s;uch an unextingui&s;hable Fire in my mo&s;t Plea&s;urable Apartment, that I fear its pa&s;t the Power of <HI>Tunbridge</HI> Waters, <HI>Aqua-Tetrachimagogon,</HI> or the <HI>Pick-a-dilly</HI> Engineer, to &s;top the Flames from con&s;uming the whole mi&s;erable Tenement.</P>
<P>My Sinful Life, which was at fir&s;t owing to your &s;elf, has brought me Early under Affliction; and that Affliction, I thank Providence, to an Early Repentance: But if I cannot become a &s;incere Penitent, without forgiving you, my &V;npardonable Enemy, who fir&s;t &s;educ'd me into a State of Corruption, I &s;hall certainly hazard my Salvation, upon a breach of that part of Chri&s;tianity; and Dye with as much Malice towards thee, the betrayer of my Innocence, as ever did poor <HI>Jacobite</HI> Plotter bear to a Confederate, who fir&s;t drew him into the De|&s;ign, and afterwards, to &s;ave his own Life, hang'd him upon his Evidence.</P>
<P>&V;nder a Serious Reflection, on my mi&s;erable Condition at <HI>Tunbridge:</HI> I writ the following <HI>Poem,</HI> which I have De|dicated to your Sinful &s;elf, to Remind you of your pa&s;t <HI>Wick|edne&s;s;</HI> and to Caution Young Ignorant Creatures, how they are Deluded by &s;uch In&s;inuating <HI>Beldams,</HI> &s;uch Kidnappers of <HI>Virginity,</HI> into the like &V;nhappine&s;s: So Wi&s;hing you may Dye in a Ditch, and Rot like a Dead Hor&s;e, that the Boys may make Cat&s;ticks of your Legg Bones, and Rai&s;ers of your Ribs, to Play at Trap Ball with, in the <HI>Bartholomew</HI> Holy|days, I Remain a Mi&s;erable Wretch, and your Bitter Enemy till Death.</P>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>D. B.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<PB N="1" REF="3">
<HEAD>THE In&s;inuating Bawd: OR, THE <HI>Repenting Harlot.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>HAPPY was I, before I knew to Sin;</L>
<L>All Charms without, all Innocence within;</L>
<L>No Hateful Envy, my Content with&s;tood;</L>
<L>All things were Grateful, whil&s;t my &s;elf was Good:</L>
<L>Un&s;ulli'd Plea&s;ures in my Bo&s;om dwelt,</L>
<L>My Peaceful Soul no Head&s;trong Pa&s;&s;ion felt:</L>
<L>No Shame pur&s;u'd, or, did my Mind Affright;</L>
<L>But ev'ry Hour admini&s;tred Delight:</L>
<L>Ble&s;t as th' A&s;piring Angels, e'er they Fell;</L>
<L>The World &s;eem'd Heaven, for I knew no Hell.</L>
<L>No Pride or Lu&s;t, my Virgin Brightne&s;s Stain'd,</L>
<L>Or Vicious Thoughts my Virtuous Will Prophan'd:</L>
<L>My Looks and Actions Artle&s;s did appear;</L>
<L>Tho' each Oblig'd, yet both Un&s;tudy'd were;</L>
<L>Without De&s;ign, all Innocent and Free;</L>
<L>I knew no Sin, and could no Cur&s;e fore&s;ee.</L>
<L>My Beauty and Deportment were approv'd,</L>
<L>By th' Old Applauded, by the Young Belov'd.</L>
<L><PB N="2" REF="4">Thus was my Youth by Virtue's Charms in&s;pir'd,</L>
<L>By all Re&s;pected, and by mo&s;t Admir'd;</L>
<L>Proud was the Man, and Ble&s;t the Happy He,</L>
<L>That could obtain one minutes Companie;</L>
<L>Which then to the fal&s;e Sex I could impart,</L>
<L>And feel no Feaveri&s;h Throbing in my Heart.</L>
<L>Talk of Cha&s;te Love, and rai&s;e no ill De&s;ire,</L>
<L>Toy without Kindling up a Lu&s;tful Fire;</L>
<L>Could Wander without Fear from Field to Grove,</L>
<L>And think of nothing but the Name of Love:</L>
<L>Yet found my Sweeter Innocence &s;upply'd</L>
<L>The want of Joys my Tender years deny'd.</L>
<L>Thus I remain&punc;d from Sinful Sorrows free,</L>
<L>No Saint on Earth could &s;ure more Happy be;</L>
<L>Till I the Term of Sixteen years had been</L>
<L>A Faithful Subject to bright Virtue's Queen;</L>
<L>And then my own Ba&s;e Sex &s;educ'd me fir&s;t to Sin.</L>
<L>One who by long Experience knew the way</L>
<L>To rai&s;e De&s;ires would Tender Youth betray,</L>
<L>And make the Giddy Maid, with Eager ha&s;te,</L>
<L>Pur&s;ue tho&s;e Plea&s;ures, 'tis a Crime to Ta&s;te.</L>
<L>The in&s;inuating Temptre&s;s, thus began</L>
<L>To Bribe my Ears, and Bend my Thoughts t'wards Man.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Madam, Since Heav'n &s;o largely has be&s;tow'd</HI></L>
<L><HI>On you tho&s;e Ble&s;&s;ings, but to few allow'd&punc;</HI></L>
<L><HI>And now your Charms, in Natures Law's &V;ntaught,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Are by Ripe Years to full Perfection brought;</HI></L>
<L><HI>'Tis to the Donor &s;ure a great abu&s;e,</HI></L>
<L><HI>When grown Mature, to keep 'em back from &V;&s;e:</HI></L>
<L><HI>By our Grave Guides, how often are we told,</HI></L>
<L><HI>How much the Mi&s;er Sins, that hoards his Gold.</HI></L>
<L><PB N="3" REF="4" MS="y"><HI>If you tho&s;e Charms from their true &V;&s;e Conceal,</HI></L>
<L><HI>You're doubtle&s;s Guilty of as great an Ill.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Beauty, like Money, 's made to be Employ'd;</HI></L>
<L><HI>And not by Age to molter &V;n-enjoy'd:</HI></L>
<L><HI>For it were, where would the diff'rence be,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Betwixt the Faire&s;t, and the Homely'&s;t She?</HI></L>
<L><HI>The &s;oft Young Dam&s;el, with her Magick Eyes,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And all the Charms Dame Nature can Devi&s;e,</HI></L>
<L><HI>If &s;he but Tempts to what mu&s;t be Deny'd,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Impri&s;ons Beauty by a Sen&s;ele&s;s Pride;</HI></L>
<L><HI>The </HI>Dowdy's<HI> far more Ble&s;t, that freely is Enjoy'd.</HI></L>
<L><HI>For </HI>Niggards,<HI> tho' Po&s;&s;e&s;t with u&s;ele&s;s Store,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Thro' Willful wants, Live Poorer than the Poor:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Con&s;ider, Child, what Pity it would be,</HI></L>
<L><HI>That Fruit like yours, &s;hould Wither on the Tree:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Tho&s;e Rubie Cheeks, that look &s;o Fre&s;h and Gay,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Will in &s;hort time, if not Enjoy'd, Decay.</HI></L>
<L><HI>That warm Complexion, that pre&s;erves the Grace</HI></L>
<L><HI>Of each &s;oft Feature in your Lovely Face,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Will Sickly grow, and Fade in &s;pight of Art,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Le&s;t the Blind God, &s;oon Bleeds you with his Dart:</HI></L>
<L><HI>See how </HI>Lucinda's<HI> Charms at once are gone,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Who&s;e Eyes of late, with &s;o much Lu&s;tre &s;hone;</HI></L>
<L><HI>And all the Ro&s;es that her Cheeks Adorn'd,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Are into Yellow Fading </HI>Tulips<HI> turn'd;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Her Limbs, that with &s;uch Air and Freedom mov'd,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Are Lazy grown, unfit to be Belov'd:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Her deprav'd Stomach does for nothing Call,</HI></L>
<L><HI>But </HI>Cinders, Oat-Meal, 'Baccopipes,<HI> and </HI>Wall:</L>
<L><HI>Her Blood's Corrupted, and her Breath's grown Short;</HI></L>
<L><HI>And all for want of Love's Salubrious Sport.</HI></L>
<L><PB N="4" REF="5"><HI>Therefore, Dear </HI>Madam,<HI> don't Repent too Late,</HI></L>
<L><HI>That you are fall'n beneath </HI>Lucinda's<HI> Fate;</HI></L>
<L><HI>B<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="faint" RESP="apex" EXTENT="4 letters">&s;e the happy means that may prevent</HI></L>
<L><HI>Tho&s;e Ills occa&s;ion'd by &s;evere Re&s;traint:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Such Knowledge you will find, &s;uch Plea&s;ure take</HI></L>
<L><HI>In the fir&s;t Sweet Experiment you make;</HI></L>
<L><HI>You'll own each Bli&s;sful moment you Employ,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Is worth an Age Exempted from the Joy.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Your Soul will find an Exta&s;ie &s;o great,</HI></L>
<L><HI>What now you Fear, you'll Study to Repeat.</HI></L>
<L><HI>The &V;nexperienc'd </HI>Nymph<HI> that's Cha&s;te and Fair,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Does but the Fetters of Blind Ign'rance wear;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Whil&s;t &s;he that's Wi&s;e, di&s;&s;olves the feeble Chain,</HI></L>
<L><HI>By Vent'ring once to lo&s;e what's kept in Pain.</HI></L>
<L><HI>When I fir&s;t took the Coun&s;el that I give,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Such Plea&s;ing Knowledge did my Soul Revive,</HI></L>
<L><HI>I'd rather Fea&s;t and Dye, than not to Ta&s;te and Live.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Madam, <HI>&s;aid I,</HI> I know not what you mean,</L>
<L>Something methinks I want, but fear to Sin;</L>
<L>You Talk of Joys to &s;uch a Ble&s;t degree,</L>
<L>What's &s;ure &s;o Plea&s;ant, cannot Sinful be;</L>
<L>And yet methinks, who'd Heavens Laws Controul,</L>
<L>Were it not Plea&s;ure that beguil'd the Soul?</L>
<L>Barely the Hopes, not certainty of Joy,</L>
<L>Did <HI>Eve,</HI> amid&s;t her Innocence Decoy;</L>
<L>'Twas not the Fruit, but what the Tempter &s;aid,</L>
<L>That her weak Nature to his Will Betray'd.</L>
<L>If Talk of Plea&s;ures will the Mind &s;ubdue,</L>
<L>What then mu&s;t Joys in full Fruition do.</L>
<L>The very Words are Plea&s;ant you impart,</L>
<L>And makes a Wellcome Feaver in my Heart:</L>
<L><PB N="5" REF="5">My Soul Divided, &s;truggles hard within;</L>
<L>Betwixt the Hopes of Joy, and Fear of Sin:</L>
<L>A warm De&s;ire thro' ev'ry Fibre glides;</L>
<L>Something I want, which &s;omething el&s;e forbids,</L>
<L>What 'tis you've made me Covet to Po&s;&s;e&s;s,</L>
<L>Dear Madam tell me, for I cannot gue&s;s.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>With Looks di&s;order'd, I approach'd more nigh,</L>
<L>And eagerly attended her Reply.</L>
<L>Finding her Words had &s;ome Impre&s;&s;ion made,</L>
<L>She took me by the Hand, and thus &s;he &s;aid:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Madam,<HI> The Joys your full-blown Years require,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Are Ju&s;t to Act, and Nat'ral to De&s;ire:</HI></L>
<L><HI>'Tis the &s;weet Game that all Mankind pur&s;ue,</HI></L>
<L><HI>The </HI>Prince,<HI> the </HI>Pea&s;ant, Prie&s;t,<HI> and </HI>Poet<HI> too:</HI></L>
<L><HI>It Sweetens Life in every Degree;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Makes </HI>Crowns<HI> &s;it Ea&s;ie, and the </HI>Pen<HI> run Free:</HI></L>
<L><HI>It is the </HI>Virgins<HI> Hope, the </HI>Wives<HI> Delight,</HI></L>
<L><HI>The </HI>Bu&s;ine&s;s<HI> of the Day, the </HI>Bli&s;s<HI> of Night.</HI></L>
<L><HI>It begets </HI>Frend&s;hip,<HI> puts an end to </HI>Strife,</L>
<L><HI>Is the Ble&s;t Warmth that gives the World new Life.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Such are the Joys, you now are Ripe to Prove,</HI></L>
<L><HI>I'th' Sweet Embraces of a Man you Love,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Hugg'd in his Arms, if Pliable and Kind;</HI></L>
<L><HI>There, there, the Happy Secret you will find.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But Man, <HI>&s;aid I,</HI> I've heard my Mother &s;ay,</L>
<L>Is Fal&s;e, and cannot Love above a Day;</L>
<L>Will Swear ten thou&s;and Lyes, to be Believ'd;</L>
<L>And <HI>Fawn,</HI> and <HI>Flatter,</HI> till h'has one Deceiv'd:</L>
<L>But when h'has gain'd his End, inclin'd to Rove,</L>
<L>Slights what he Vow'd he could for Ages Love.</L>
<L>And leaves the Sighing Wretch he has betray'd,</L>
<L>To drown in Tears, the fal&s;e kind things he &s;aid.</L>
<L>How then can I &s;uch Happine&s;s obtain,</L>
<L>From Faithle&s;s Man, &s;o Fickle, and &s;o Vain.</L>
<L><PB N="6" REF="6">Methinks, I only could the Youth approve,</L>
<L>That could, like me, for Ever ever Love;</L>
<L>Conform to th' Sacred Tye, make me his Wife,</L>
<L>And bind him&s;elf to Love me for his Life:</L>
<L>In &s;uch a Man, I'm &s;ure I could Delight,</L>
<L>Plea&s;e him all Day, and Hug him clo&s;e all Night.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Dear Child, </HI>&s;ays &s;he,<HI> You much, Alas! mi&s;take;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Tho&s;e Bonds are Tire&s;ome which we cannot break:</HI></L>
<L>Fear, Jealou&s;ie,<HI> and </HI>Doubt,<HI> Improve the Bli&s;s;</HI></L>
<L><HI>The Plea&s;ure's Lo&s;t, when Chains have made you his.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Our Sex too often has Confe&s;t, in Tears,</HI></L>
<L>Cupid<HI> withdraws, when once the </HI>Prie&s;t<HI> appears:</HI></L>
<L>Marriage<HI> and </HI>Love,<HI> we by Experience find,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Differ like </HI>Freedom,<HI> and </HI>Re&s;traint,<HI> in kind;</HI></L>
<L><HI>And if they mix, 'tis with much Pains and Toil,</HI></L>
<L><HI>As Skilful </HI>Cooks,<HI> mix </HI>Vinegar<HI> with </HI>Oyl.</L>
<L><HI>Therefore in Love, if you would happy be,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Keep, whil&s;t you're Youthful, </HI>Unconfin'd<HI> and </HI>Free:</L>
<L><HI>And if your weary </HI>Confident<HI> &s;hould Range,</HI></L>
<L><HI>The Bonds are Void, and you your &s;elf may change:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Your Love, whenever your Gallant has Err'd,</HI></L>
<L><HI>May to another ju&s;tly be Tran&s;ferr'd:</HI></L>
<L><HI>But if in Wedlocks Fetters, you are Bound,</HI></L>
<L><HI>For Wrongs you Suffer, no Relief is found;</HI></L>
<L>Slights<HI> and </HI>Neglects;<HI> nay, </HI>Blows<HI> perhaps endure;</HI></L>
<L><HI>And bear with Patience, what Revenge &s;hould Cure:</HI></L>
<L>Husbands<HI> maintain an </HI>Arbitrary<HI> Sway,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Whil&s;t the Poor </HI>Wife<HI> mu&s;t </HI>Suffer,<HI> and </HI>Obey;</L>
<L><HI>And like a Kingdom into Slav'ry drawn;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Thro' </HI>Fear,<HI> not </HI>Love,<HI> upon her Tyrant Fawn.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Thus mu&s;t you Study (tho' Oppre&s;t) to Plea&s;e,</HI></L>
<L><HI>All other means are wor&s;e than the Di&s;ea&s;e.</HI></L>
<L>Marriage,<HI> as us'd, is but a </HI>Womans Yoke;</L>
<L><HI>A Knot for Life, too Stubborn to be broke;</HI></L>
<L><PB N="7" REF="6"><HI>A </HI>Pri&s;on,<HI> which if once you're into't Ca&s;t,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Makes the Sweet Fruit, but Nau&s;eous to the Ta&s;te.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Therefore the Freedom you Enjoy, Maintain;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Liberty Lo&s;t, is difficult to Regain:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Whil&s;t Single, you may many Hearts &s;ubdue;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Di&s;charge the Faithle&s;s, and Oblige the True;</HI></L>
<L><HI>If tir'd with Old ones, change 'em &s;till for New.</HI></L>
<L><HI>But if you're Marry'd, you're at once undone,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And made a de&s;picable Slave to one;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Your Actions all, are Watch'd by many Eyes;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Your very Servants that attend, are Spies;</HI></L>
<L><HI>And each chance Folly, tho' you meant no hurt,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Is made Su&s;picious, by their fal&s;e Report.</HI></L>
<L><HI>But in the State of Freedom, you're at Ea&s;e;</HI></L>
<L><HI>At Lei&s;ure may your &s;elf or others Plea&s;e;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Fear no </HI>Reproof,<HI> be under no </HI>Command;</L>
<L><HI>Li&s;t who you Plea&s;e; and when you Plea&s;e, Disband:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Gain, with your Smiles, fre&s;h Conque&s;ts ev'ry hour;</HI></L>
<L>Hero's<HI> them&s;elves will yield to </HI>Beauties<HI> Plea&s;ing Power.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Nature b'ing Head&s;trong, and my Virtue Weak,</L>
<L>Methoughts, I could for ever hear her Speak;</L>
<L>I fond of Joy, and Pleas'd with what &s;he &s;aid,</L>
<L>Too &s;oon Believing, was too &s;oon Mi&s;led.</L>
<L>Virtue, 'tis true, &s;ome Oppo&s;ition gave;</L>
<L>But Rebel Nature would the Conque&s;t have;</L>
<L>And ev'ry Vein with willing Warmth in&s;pir'd,</L>
<L>To Play it's part in what the whole de&s;ir'd;</L>
<L>B'ing Ripe and Eager now to be Undone,</L>
<L>I to my Temptre&s;s thus again begun:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Madam, <HI>&s;aid I,</HI> But where's the Man &s;o ju&s;t,</L>
<L>With whom a Virgin may her Honour tru&s;t?</L>
<L>Of all the Sex, I mo&s;t admire a <HI>Beau,</HI></L>
<L>But fear he'll Boa&s;t the Favours I be&s;tow;</L>
<L>Yet to a <HI>Beau,</HI> I could my Heart Re&s;ign,</L>
<L>He Looks &s;o <HI>Prim,</HI> &s;o <HI>Pritty,</HI> and &s;o <HI>Fine;</HI></L>
<L>Is &s;o <HI>Obliging, Compli&s;ant</HI> and <HI>Free;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Dances,</HI> and <HI>Hums</HI> about &s;o <HI>Prettilie:</HI></L>
<L>What would I Give, or what but I would do,</L>
<L>Could I &s;o dear a Creature but &s;ubdue?</L>
<L>Oh how I'd Love him, his E&s;teem to Gain,</L>
<L>Methinks a <HI>Beau,</HI> is a Delicious Man.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="8" REF="7">
<L>The Cunning Dame, who now my Pul&s;e had felt,</L>
<L>To rai&s;e De&s;ire, the&s;e Plea&s;ing Mea&s;ures dealt:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Madam, The Pritty'&s;t Gentleman I know,</HI></L>
<L><HI>You ever &s;aw, or all the World can &s;how;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Who&s;e Comely </HI>Stature,<HI> and Engaging </HI>Mein,</L>
<L><HI>Would Tempt a </HI>Prince&s;s,<HI> nay, a </HI>Saint,<HI> to Sin;</HI></L>
<L><HI>So </HI>Brisk<HI> and </HI>Youthful, Vigorous<HI> and </HI>Gay,</L>
<L><HI>So </HI>Courteous,<HI> and </HI>Obliging<HI> every way;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Earth cannot &s;ure produce a Maid that can</HI></L>
<L><HI>Re&s;i&s;t the Charms of &s;o Compleat a Man;</HI></L>
<L><HI>H'has &s;een you twice, I've heard him &s;ince oft &s;ay;</HI></L>
<L><HI>One time at </HI>Church,<HI> another at a </HI>Play:</L>
<L><HI>And Vows, you are the Sweete&s;t Pritty Rogue,</HI></L>
<L><HI>That Mortal Man would e'er de&s;ire to Hugg;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Swears he could Dote upon your Lovely Face,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And gaze all day upon each Charming Grace:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Your Eyes have Prick'd his Brea&s;t with &s;uch a Dart,</HI></L>
<L><HI>He'd give ten thou&s;and Worlds to gain your Heart.</HI></L>
<L><HI>When I've but Nam'd you, he has &s;eem'd &s;o glad;</HI></L>
<L><HI>T'wards you &s;uch kind and pritty things has &s;aid,</HI></L>
<L>Sigh'd, Stretch'd,<HI> and </HI>Vow'd,<HI> he always could adore;</HI></L>
<L><HI>And &s;till Enjoy, yet &s;till Love more and more:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Had you been by, you could have done no le&s;s,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Than Yeilded what he Covets to Po&s;&s;e&s;s:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Again&s;t &s;uch Force, no Virtue could maintain</HI></L>
<L><HI>Its Ground, Oh, he's a wond'rous pritty Man!</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>This fal&s;e Sugge&s;tion, &s;et me all on Fire;</L>
<L>And turn'd my Fears into a Strong De&s;ire:</L>
<L>Her <HI>Verbal Witchcraft</HI> did my Heart &s;ubdue;</L>
<L>And made me Langui&s;h, for I know not who.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Madam, <HI>&s;aid I,</HI> But when &s;hall I obtain,</L>
<L>A Sight of this &s;weet Miracle of Man;</L>
<L>And do you think he Loves me? <HI>Yes,</HI> &s;aid &s;he,</L>
<L>O then thought I, how happy &s;hall I be;</L>
<L><HI>Hand&s;ome, Obliging, Young,</HI> not given to Rove:</L>
<L>Such a dear Man, I could for ever Love:</L>
<L>O let me &s;ee him, and the Youth &s;hall find,</L>
<L>If he'll be true, I'll Study to be kind.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When the Dame found, &s;he my Con&s;ent had won,</L>
<L>And I was thus inclin'd to be undone.</L>
<L><PB N="9" REF="7"><HI>Put on your </HI>Hood<HI> and </HI>Scarf,<HI> dear Child, </HI>&s;ays &s;he,</L>
<L><HI>I'll make you Happy; come along with me,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And you &s;hall &s;ee, e'er a few hours be Pa&s;t,</HI></L>
<L><HI>The Lovely Tree, and it's &s;weet Fruit &s;hall Ta&s;te:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Do you but like the Charming Youth be kind,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And you this Night, a Bli&s;sful Heav'n &s;hall find:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Your Soul &s;hall &s;urfeit with Delights unknown,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And Sum up all the Joys on Earth in one.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Like our fir&s;t Mother I was Loth to mi&s;s,</L>
<L>What fal&s;e Report had render'd &s;uch a Bli&s;s:</L>
<L>But with my be&s;t Attire, my Charms improv'd,</L>
<L>Fed with vain hopes of b'ing the more belov'd;</L>
<L><HI>Wa&s;h, Powder, Patches,</HI> all th' alluring Arts,</L>
<L>Practic'd by Ladies to en&s;nare Mens Hearts.</L>
<L>Thus did I Labour (Cur&s;e upon the Day)</L>
<L>To Tempt that Brea&s;t, wherein the Serpent lay:</L>
<L>Wretch that I am, was ha&s;ty to de&s;troy</L>
<L>My whole Life's Comfort for a moments Joy.</L>
<L>So In&s;ects fly to Flames which they &s;hould &s;hun,</L>
<L>And fond of Light, are by the Fire undone;</L>
<L>When dre&s;t, &s;ome Checks within my Soul I found,</L>
<L>But flowing Vice, the Gardian Angel drown'd:</L>
<L>A Storm of Lu&s;t had &s;o enrag'd my Blood,</L>
<L>Alas, I could not Li&s;ten to my Good.</L>
<L>When thus Equip'd, we made our next approach,</L>
<L>To the Street Door, and becken'd to a Coach.</L>
<L>My ba&s;e Conductre&s;s did Directions give,</L>
<L>And bid the Churl, to th' inward <HI>Temple</HI> drive;</L>
<L>Where Liv'd my unknown Love, &s;o Gay and Fine,</L>
<L>Before made Privy to the Curs'd de&s;ign:</L>
<L>When I alas, to th' Sinful Man&s;ion came;</L>
<L>My Pul&s;e beat high, my Cheeks were Dy'd with Shame:</L>
<L>She knock'd, and &s;uch an Angel let us in,</L>
<L>Who&s;e out-&s;ide out-&s;hone all I'd ever &s;een:</L>
<L>His Gown with Red, Blew, Yellow Stripes was cro&s;t,</L>
<L>Gaudy as Flame in a hard Winters Fro&s;t;</L>
<L>Clad in the Morning Trapings of a <HI>Bean;</HI></L>
<L>He Bow'd, and Cring'd, and made a Lovely &s;how:</L>
<L><PB N="10" REF="8">His Lips as &s;oft as Leaves of Ro&s;es felt,</L>
<L>His Breath, like an <HI>Arabian</HI> Garden Smelt.</L>
<L>From his kind Tongue all Love and Sweetne&s;s flow'd,</L>
<L>And ev'ry gentle touch his hand be&s;tow'd,</L>
<L>Made a &s;trange Ebolition in my Blood.</L>
<L>He brought forth Sack, and Drank, but I deny'd,</L>
<L>Till begging he prevail'd, and I Comply'd.</L>
<L>Thus Enter'd, the Procure&s;s took her Leave;</L>
<L>That &s;he'd return, did an A&s;&s;urance give;</L>
<L>Feign'd bu&s;ine&s;s, and intreated me to &s;tay,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t &s;he di&s;patch'd Affairs &s;ome other way:</L>
<L>Rid of her Pre&s;ence, he began his Court;</L>
<L><HI>Hugg'd</HI> me, and <HI>Ki&s;s'd</HI> me, till my Breath grew &s;hort;</L>
<L>Call'd me <HI>Fair Angel,</HI> and his <HI>Charming Saint,</HI></L>
<L>Smother'd with Ki&s;&s;es, I began to Faint;</L>
<L>Was &s;ometimes Cold, and then again grew hot,</L>
<L><HI>Panted</HI> and <HI>Trembled,</HI> at I knew not what.</L>
<L>In this di&s;order by indecent Force,</L>
<L>He &s;omething did that made me ten times wor&s;e;</L>
<L>With all my Might, I &s;truggl'd; but half Dead,</L>
<L>With his &s;trong Armes, he to&s;t me on his Bed;</L>
<L>Where o'er his Victim he Triumphant got,</L>
<L>And did 'twixt Pain and Plea&s;ure, Heav'n knows what:</L>
<L>When thus Corrupted with the fir&s;t Delight,</L>
<L>He then per&s;waded me to &s;tay all Night,</L>
<L>I yeilded, but the fal&s;e &s;educing Dame&punc;</L>
<L>Regardle&s;s of her Treach'rous word ne'er came;</L>
<L>At fir&s;t he prov'd all Love; I too was kind,</L>
<L>Expecting &s;till more Joys than I could find:</L>
<L>But when few hours was &s;pent, he turn'd his Back,</L>
<L>And grew, methoughts, <HI>Cold, Negligent,</HI> and <HI>Slack:</HI></L>
<L>I call'd him dear, but could not make him Speak;</L>
<L>I Hugg'd him, Tugg'd him, but he would not Wake:</L>
<L>I'th' Morning Early, by the break o'th' day,</L>
<L>He roughly told me, that I mu&s;t not &s;tay;</L>
<L>I much a&s;ham'd aro&s;e, and Weeping went away.</L>
<L>I Vex<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="faint" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">d<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="faint" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 letter">and Angry to be thus Mi&s;us'd,</L>
<L>Though as I found, I'd been by both abus'd;</L>
<L><PB N="11" REF="8">Di&s;cov'ring, when too late, the Jilting Dame</L>
<L>Sold me to quench the Leachers Lu&s;tful Flame:</L>
<L>And went wi'th' <HI>Judas</HI> Pence, &s;he'd ba&s;ely gain'd</L>
<L>To th' <HI>Bath,</HI> to have her Rotten Corps new clean'd;</L>
<L>There Stew her Crazy Limbs, with a Vain thought</L>
<L>Of Curing Pains her Youthful Sins begot.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When enter'd thus, I th' tempting Vice pur&s;u'd,</L>
<L>And from my fir&s;t Corruption grew more Lew'd;</L>
<L>Till by Promi&s;cuous u&s;e, I found in th' end,</L>
<L>The Sowre&s;t Pains, the Sweete&s;t Sins attend:</L>
<L>Such Poi&s;onous Ulcers did my Crimes en&s;ue;</L>
<L>I nau&s;eous to my &s;elf and others grew:</L>
<L>Thus were my Plea&s;ures puni&s;h'd with a Cur&s;e;</L>
<L>No Lepro&s;ie of <HI>Job,</HI> could &s;ure be wor&s;e;</L>
<L>My Blood did into Loath&s;ome I&s;&s;ues melt;</L>
<L>The parts that Sin'd the mo&s;t, mo&s;t Torment felt.</L>
<L>Beneath the&s;e Mi&s;eries, I to <HI>Tunbridge</HI> went,</L>
<L>Backward to Dye, but willing to Repent;</L>
<L>In hopes the cooling Waters would have eas'd,</L>
<L>Or quench'd tho&s;e Fires, my &s;tubborn Lu&s;t had rais'd.</L>
<L>But when I found the Wells yeild no Relief,</L>
<L>My hopes were turn'd into De&s;pair, and Grief.</L>
<L>I then reflecting on my wretched State,</L>
<L>In Tears, did with my &s;elf thus Ruminate:</L>
<L>Alas what am I! whither am I &s;tray'd?</L>
<L>By <HI>Lu&s;t</HI> and <HI>Pride,</HI> from <HI>Virtues</HI> Paths mi&s;&s;ed:</L>
<L>What &s;hameful &s;hadows of my Guilt draw near?</L>
<L>How Black and Mon&s;t'rous, do my Ills appear?</L>
<L>My thoughts, like Gha&s;tly Fiends, my Soul affright,</L>
<L>And threaten her with &s;ad De&s;truction's Night:</L>
<L>How Pale and Yellow, the&s;e poor Cheeks are grown,</L>
<L>Which once look'd fre&s;h, as Ro&s;es newly Blown?</L>
<L>How Lank my Brea&s;ts, how Nau&s;eous is my Breath?</L>
<L>O where's my only kind Phy&s;ician, Death?</L>
<L>How happy was I once, when I was free</L>
<L>From Sinful Thought, from Shame and Mi&s;erie;</L>
<L>When ev'ry Eye my &s;potle&s;s Charms admir'd,</L>
<L>Enjoying all my Virtuous Life requir'd?</L>
<L><PB N="12" REF="9">Where are the Flatt'rers, that my Love pur&s;u'd,</L>
<L>And would have giv'n whole Worlds to do me good?</L>
<L>Alas, too late, to my &s;ad Grief I find,</L>
<L>'Twas Innocence alone made all things kind:</L>
<L>Sweet Innocence, that can it &s;elf defend,</L>
<L>And make ill-Natur'd Envy prove it's Friend:</L>
<L>Bright Innocence, thou Ble&s;t and Charming Dove,</L>
<L>Whom ev'ry Mortal mu&s;t Admire and Love;</L>
<L>When thee I lo&s;t, my Guardian Angel fled,</L>
<L>And ever &s;ince, I've been unhappy made.</L>
<L>Lu&s;t in thy Ab&s;ence, got the Upper-hand,</L>
<L>And made me Servile to its ba&s;e Command:</L>
<L>O that I'd been but &s;ome poor <HI>Bargeman's</HI> Wife,</L>
<L>To've Lugg'd and Tugg'd, at the great <HI>Oar</HI> for Life:</L>
<L>Or what is wor&s;e, had been a <HI>Botchers</HI> Spou&s;e,</L>
<L>To've Mended nitty Coats, and &s;tinking Ho&s;e;</L>
<L>For one Days Living, to have two Days Starv'd,</L>
<L>So that my Health and Virtue, I'd pre&s;erv'd;</L>
<L>I'd been more happy than the faire&s;t &s;he,</L>
<L>That L<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="blotted" RESP="apex" EXTENT="1 span"> Libertie.</L>
<L>Cur&s;e on the Female Tongue, that drew me in;</L>
<L>And for ba&s;e Lucre, Taught me fir&s;t to Sin:</L>
<L>May her <HI>No&s;e</HI> fall, her <HI>Reines</HI> and <HI>Shinbones</HI> Rot,</L>
<L>And begging without pitty be her Lot:</L>
<L>May her Vile Womb Ince&s;&s;ant Fury have;</L>
<L>And her Limbs drop by piece-meal to the Grave:</L>
<L>And may that Man, that brib'd her to &s;educe</L>
<L>Me Wretched Creature, to his Bea&s;tly U&s;e,</L>
<L>Be Doom'd the only Stallion to her Lu&s;t,</L>
<L>Till Pox and Age, dry both into a Cru&s;t.</L>
<L>Ladies beware&punc; let Mi&s;erable me</L>
<L>The &s;ad Example of a <HI>Harlot</HI> be:</L>
<L>Let not Loo&s;e Women Tempt you to the Hook,</L>
<L>With which them&s;elves unwarily were took;</L>
<L>For if you're once betray'd, you'll &s;urely find,</L>
<L>You're Curs'd from the fir&s;t moment you are Kind.</L>
</LG>
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