But Whores and Rogues, and Bawds fhall be
Blessed to all Eternity.
Small Need of any Pains and Care,
Of Watching, Fafting, daily Pray'r,
If ev'ry Sinner, fpight of Fate,
Muft enter at the narrow Gate,
And tho' becaufe her Deeds are Evil,
She chufes Darkness like a Devil,
Yet will fhe light her little Sodom,
On Tenth of June, from Top to Bottom,
Wishing to fee the Diffolution
Of all our Laws and Constitution;
For if this Government fhould ceafe,
She might be fure to Bawd in Peace;
She could prove Pimping was no Shame,
For Sh pimp'd for A------M:
That Inceft is a trivial Matter,
Since pious L---t carefs'd his Daughter,
That Whoring is a lawful Trade,
Since ev'ry Thing for ufe is made,
And that it can be no Abuse,
To put Things to their proper Ufe.
With Chloe foon fhe got acquainted, And all her former Virtues tainted;
Taking Advantage of her Want,
She often to her thus would cant;
What, tho' all fuch as cannot tarry,
Rather than burn are bid to marry;
Yet if none tafted Love's Delight,
But those who lawfully come by't;
Many a Girl might burn to Tinder,
Before she'd meet a Man would mind her,
If she'd be nothing but a Wife,
To have, and hold, during her Life.
It feems but Reafon good, therefore,
Rather than Burn, to play the Whore:
This Talent, to Our Sex, kind Heav'n,
To be made ufe of, fure has giv'n.
Ought not thofe Ladies then to boast,
That have improved it the most?
Not like a Nun fhut up in Abby,
Their Talents in a Napkin lay by;
For, doubtless, to conceal one's Light,
Under a Bufhel, is not right.
Then, as St. Paul fays, (mind the Letter)
Those who don't marry, Do what's Better;
Which plainly must fome A&t imply,
I fee no Reason to deny.
The Action you will guefs with Eafe,
'Tis in your Pow'r whene'er you please.
Then prithee, Chloe, be advis'd, Good Offers fhould not be defpis'd; A prefent Settlement accept,
And where's the Harm of being kept?
That Norwich Crape, and humble Pattin,
You'll change for Coach, and Gown of Sattin
Flounc'd Petticoats, with Heads of Mechlin,
Fine Fans, a Watch, and other Tackling.
Ah! why should so Divine a Creature,
Neglect the choiceft Gift of Nature?
Too eafy Chloe quickly proves, Perfwaded to the Thing she loves; Thought all was Reason Nelly faid, And Folly still to live a Maid;
When she might purchase Wealth and Pleasure,
By parting with an useless Treasure ;
She foon forgets to fay her Pray'rs,
And learns to practice Coquet Airs;
Hates Sermons, which in former Days
She lov'd as Prudes do Bawdy-Plays;
Left off the reading heavy Chapters,
And only relish'd melting Raptures,、
Such as he met with in Romances,
Where dying Lovers fall in Trances:
And now upon her Toilet's feen,
A Rockefter, and Aretine;
The Work of Ovid's am'rous Pen,
She reads, admires, and reads again,
Thinking it would more useful prove,
To study his foft Art of Love,
Than what dull Patriarchs, us'd to do
Three or four thousand Years ago,
The gilded Profpect gay appears,
And feems to promife happy Years;
A thousand Pleasures fill her Mind,
Nor fees fhe Want and Shame behind;
Confiders not with how much Haste,
Her youth and blooming Beauty waste,
That when the Date of Charms is out,
The Wheel of Fortune turns about;
And those who were at first but Poor,
Leaves often lower than before;
Which fhe at laft experienc'd true,
Her happy Days, alas! were few,
Grown pale and thin, with hollow Eyes,
No more her faded Charms entice;
She in her Summer took no Care
For Age and Wrinkles to prepare,
Therefore when drop'd by keeping Cullies,
Became a Prey to needy Bullies;
And now in Allies, Centry ftands,
To get her Living with her Hands;
She lays on Paint as thick as Butter,
To hide in either Cheek a Gutter,
Which pinching Poverty and Care,
Poxes and Time have fixed there.
She that, when Young, would blush to hear
A Word unfit for Maiden-Ear,
Will now talk Bawdy with the best,
And fancy ev'ry Oath a Jeft;
She that was once as just as any,
Now picks a Pocket for a Peny;
And then, to filence sharp Remorse,
For what is paft, or fear of Worse,
She finds a Way that's moft effectual,
And drowns her Senfes intellectual.
ROM hence let Females learn to fhun
Thofe Wiles which Chloe have undone;
Not to be fool'd by promis'd Bliss,
Or fancy'd Joys, and Happiness;
Sin is but flightly varnish'd o'er;
Strive to be virtuous, tho' poor;
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