Venus, with her train of Gossips, or the City wife, the best procurer.
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Bright Venus one day, in a good merry mood,
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Proclaim'd an unneighbourly chat;
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And the first that appear'd, was a jolly old Bawd;
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Suffocated almost; with her fat:
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She drank Ratafia, & the devil & all;
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Then canted & pray'd like a Saint.
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In one hand, she held the Virgins down-fall;
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In the other, a pot of nice paint.
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The next was a sullen, & a prudish maukes,
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Who hates all the coquetish leers;
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Rehearses each day, all that her neighbour talkes,
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With taunting, or scoffing & jeers:
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Lampoons upon all her acquaintance does write,
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Yet pollitickly she did say:
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The man, whom she granted ye favour ore night,
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Shou'd be one who'd not tell it next day.
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The next that appear'd, was a Country trull,
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With a kennel of Beaus at her tail;
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Just arriv'd from her Fathers old Country hall,
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And as wild, as one broke out of Goal:
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With Custards, & Cheesecakes, & sweetned Cream,
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She treated her amorous sparks;
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But coy, to receive their addresses did seem,
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Not knowing of Cupids darts.
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A Citizens Daughter, the next did advance,
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Her face cover'd over with tears;
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Who only had learnt to read Novels, & dance,
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Tho' upwards of sixteen years:
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She's come unto Venus to know her doom,
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Since Dadd had receiv'd a hard fate;
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Her Virginity now to Market is come,
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To be purchas'd at quality rate.
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The fifth, was a topping great Marchants Spouse,
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Came rustling in Silks from her Coach;
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She seem'd to demand the best place in the house,
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Being handsom, & sound as a Roach;
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But Venus desir'd, she'd please for to wait,
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While Officers came from their post;
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For fellows in red, with no brains in their pate,
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Those Ladies encourage the most.
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Brisk Betty the Chambermaid tripping came in,
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A counting her ill gotten Pelf;
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With a list of the sparks, she had caught in a gin,
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That served her Lady by stealth:
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To Venus she's come, and does humbly pray,
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Some Country Esquire to gain;
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Because she was lately turned away,
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For quenching the Butlers flame.
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The last that appear'd was a Citizens Dame,
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Had drawn a Cull in, for a Cloak;
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Her aspect was bright; in the height of her game,
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Full of rapertee, & of joak:
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She swore that her Cuckold, was gon out of town,
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And ere she departed from thence;
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She'd new tip his horns against he came home,
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And find Gallants, for every Wench.
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