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But diff'rent Scenes his gloomy Journey show
Then Heart-Sick Agony uprear'd her Head,
Of the Twenty-Seventh Ode
Third Book of Horace.
Impios parre recinentis Omen,
AY noisy Rakes affront the Jades,
At Belvidere's, or Fox-Hall;
And may Eternal Billingsgate, Be those unlucky Swingers Fate,
Who in Coision Pox-All
May Drury-Nymphs meet Sailors Caree And once in earnest say their Pray'rs,
When toft by raging Billows May Mantue-Makers, when got looss, Meet the feverest Tongue-abuse,
Of Smutty-talking Fellows.
But, Phillis, Thou (might I advise) Should'st, by Example, be more wise,
Than once to go on Board; Nor heed what thy Old Aunt will say, When she to Kingston for a Day,
Would go to fee My Lord,
In vain upon the Silver Thames,
With Oars and Sails made Guwdy; Since ev'ry Tongue has License free, Each School-Boy has a Liberty,
To vent his Wit in Bawdy.
A Tradesman's Wife, perhaps o'th' City,
To hear what People can say; 1
It tickles MADAM's Fancy.
Don't you remember Betty Brown,
Tho' now of scanty Fame;
The B A W D, indeed, had much ado,
Spight of her Patron's Bounties;
That would not nose a Countess?
But when his Lordship had bereft her,
Poffest with Thousand Furies;
But call'd her damn'd Procuressa.
I guess'd, I thought what he would do
Fresh Arguments still urgingi,
And ruin a poor Virgin
But am I sure that He has don't
I feel my curst Condition;
To lodge with foul Physician. .