It therefore wifely was at firft defign'd
He ne'er should like to propagate his kind;
But the dull venom'd drought in vain employ'd,
Like the falfe ferpent's, was itself destroy'd.
With foul corruption fure he firft was fed,
And by equiv'cal generation bred,
An honeft || folon goofe, compar'd to him,
Is a fine creature, and of more esteem.
No learn'd philofophers need ftrive to know,
Whether his foul's ex traduce or no.
He has none yet, nor never will, I fear;
No foul of fenfe would ever enter there.
I wonder he dares fpeak, for fear we jerk
His lazy bones, and make the monkey work.
If aged Delamer has left the trade,
And had enough of coftly masquerade,
With flames renew'd, your old amours pursue,
Now Rochefter has nothing else to do.
Well done, old Hyde, we all thy choice adore,
She is the younger, and much better whore.
But Hickes has fure, to his eternal curse,
Left his own ftrumpet, and efpous'd a worse.
That blazing ftar ftill rifes with the fun,
And will, I hope, whene'er it fets, go down.
St. Peter ne'er deny'd his lord but thrice ;
But good St. Edward fcorns to be so nice :
He ev'ry mass, abjures what he before,
On teft and facraments fo often swore.
His mother-church will have a special fon
Of him, by whom his father was undone.
He turn'd, because on bread alone he'd dine,
And make the wafer fave his bread and wine.
These fowls are only bred in fome parts of Scotland.
Mammon's the God he'll worship any way
And keeps conviction ready to a day.
Forbid it heav'n, I e'er fhall live to fee
Our pious monarch's gorgeous chapel be
Fill'd with fuch miscreant profelytes as he,
Miferere domine! ave Maria!
Poor Father Dover has a gonorrhea.
Was e'er (dread James) fo much affection fhown?
He'd fave thy foul, but cares not for his own.
How Shrewsbury prays, that old adult'rous fap
May find it a cormegan fwinging c-p!
Unhappy maid! who man has never known,
And yet, with perilous pangs, brought forth a fon!
Our § Chyro-Medico Didymus nothing smelt,
'Till he the sprawling bantling heard and felt.
And now it furely cannot be deny'd
By him, who cur'd the king of what he dy'd,
How Herbert boasts, that his wife king's-head crew
Foretold the dismal times we all should rue.
Curs'd be the fcreech owls! that rebellious crowd
Prefag'd, indeed, Rome's fwift approach, as loud,
As wife Caffandra's boding voice of old,
The wretched fate of ancient Rome foretold.
But why is he against the bringing in
Any religion that indulges fin?
He who his other charges can retrench,
To fave ten guineas for a handsome wench;
Or be content to part with twenty pound,
If Mrs. White insure her being found.
That ideot thinks the tawdry harlots glad
To ferve him now for favours fhe has had.
But who (dear Harvey) ever heard before
Of gratitude in any common whore?
She mounts the price, and goes hálf fnack herself,
And well knows how to cully fuch an elf.
Poor Jenny I muft needs much more applaud,
A better whore, and truer friend and bawd.
Like the French king he all his conquefts buys,
And pow'rful guineas still subdues their eyes.
How his fmug little black-ey'd harlot gaz'd
On's hoarded gold, and fine appartments prais'd!
(not trufting to the miser's truth)
Like Jofeph's facks, with money in her mouth;
Sometimes he'll venture for himself to trade,
With aukward grace, at balls and masquerade.
But what was the proud coxcomb e'er the near,
Unless he got my lady Gerhard there?
Her qualities to all the world are known,
Fair as his kin, and honest as her own.
She makes her
brothel worfe than common ftews,
in her own tribe, like Jews.
Incest with nearest blood, adult'ry, all
Her darling fins, we may well deadly call.
Whate'er in times of yore fhe may have been,
Her luft has now parch'd up her rivel'd skin.
Thou town of Edmonton, I charge, declare
What she and Orkney did so often there.
That* fcribbling fool, who writes to her in metre,
And only speaks his fongs to make 'em sweeter.
Great Virgil's true reverse in sense and fate ;
For what another writ, procur'd his hate.
To be but thought a wit, he loft his place;
And yet to fhow he is not in that race,
Will write himself and add to his disgrace.
His Valentinian's learned preface shines,
Like Memphis' fiege, or Bulloign's radiant lines.
Among the mufes all his time he spends,
And his whole ftudy tow'rds Parnaffus bends:
Yet if for his, one handsom thought be shown,
Stop the dull thief; I'll fwear 'tis not his own.
Satire's his joy; but if he don't improve,
Give me his hatred, let her take his love."
That fop she Herbert more than thee admires ;
He often quenches. her lafcivious fires.
In vain poor Harvey, with ridic'lous joy,
Shews her, and ev'ry fool, his hopeful boy.
His city fongftrefs, fays, keeps fuch a pother,
He'll ne'er be able to get her another.
Join, then, propitious ftars, their widow'd store,
And make them happy, as they were before;
That is, may the decay'd incestuous punk
Swill like a spouse, and he, like her, die drunk.
Why, Harding, has the good old queen the grace,
To fee thy bear-like mien, and baboon face?
Her court (the gods be prais'd) has long been free
From Irish priggs, and fuch dull fots as he.
The wakeful gen'ral, confcious of thy charms,
Dreads thine, as much as Monmouth's fierce alarms.'
Yet fure there is a greater ditch between
A greafy whiggish dolt, and Charles's queen.
There is, and Harding foars not yet fo high,
His ogling pigfnies doat on lady Di. †
That gudgeon on foft baits will only bite,
For eafy conquefts are his fole delight.
And none can fay, but that his judgment's good,
For all our kings are made of filesh and blood.
Vernon, the glory of that luftful tribe,
Scorns to be meanly purchas'd with a bribe:
To fame and honour hates to be a flave,
But freely gives what nature freely gave.
Like heirs to crowns, with fure credentials born,
Her hafty baftards private entries fcorn;
In midft of courts, and in the midst of day,
With little peril force their eafy way.
But Woodford is, methinks, a better feat,
And for diftended wems a fafe retreat.
"Twas well advis'd old Kirk no dangers fear'd;
No groans, nor yelling cries, can there be heard:
In this lewd town, and these cenforious times,
Where ev'ry whore rails at each other's crimes.
Fair Theodofia! thy romantic name
Had fure been blafted with eternal fhame:
But thy wife ftratagems fo well were laid,
I'd almoft fwear thou art a very maid..
Go on, and fcorn our common
Let Wincup make th' incestuous uncles fools :
While prudence pimps, and fuch a foe combines,
Impregnant more and more by feedy loins;
Thou still art safe, tho' thy large womb fhould bear,
Like hers, who teem'd for ev'ry day o'th'year.
Proud Ormond justly thinks her Dutch-built shape
A little too unweildy for a rape.
Yet being conscious it will tumble down,
At first affault, furrenders up the town.
But no kind conqueror has yet thought fit
To make it his belov'd imperial feat.
That batter'd fort, which they with ease deceive,
Pilllag'd and fack'd, to the next foe they leave.
And haughty Di, in just revenge will try't,
(Altho' fhe ftarve) with any fenfelefs wight;
Not that to any principle fhe's firm,
But is debauch'd by damn'd feducing
Shrewsbury well knew the banning hour, when feven
The main throws out, or else a nick, eleven:
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