The Whores and Bawds Answer to the Fifteen Comforts of Whoring | Page 6

her the Sin, nor Danger are so great,?The joy is past the reach of Humane view,?And adds it will for ever bind him to be True:?But oh! if Maids upon this Quicksand run,?They're lost past hope, and are for e'er undone,
_The Tenth Comfort._
Another swears he'll keep you all your Life,?Without the ugly Names, _of Man and Wife_.?And to that End what Arts, what Tricks are laid,?T' insnare the Virtuous Young unthinking Maid,?What rev'rend Bawd's made use of to Entice,?The Fair one's liking to that Modish Vice.?How she at last is guided to his Arms,?Where for a while he Doats upon her Charms.?But long she can't the airy Title hold,?Her look'd for Joys are scarce a Twelve Month Old, Before _Kind Keeper_ takes another Miss,?By sad Experience weary grown of this.
_The Eleventh Comfort._
Are these the Sov'reigns then that we must own,?Must we before their Golden Calves bow down,?Forgive us Heav'n, if we renounce the Elves,?And make a Common-wealth among our Selves,?Whereby the Laws that we shall there Ordain.?We'll make it Capital to mention Man,?Man! we'll for ever banish from our sight,?Not talk by Day, nor think of them by Night,?We'll shun their Courtship, as we do the Plague,?And loath 'em more than they a Toothless Hagg.
_The Twelfth Comfort._
'Tis not their Sighs, Crying, nor Prayers,?Their subtile Whinings, nor Treacherous Tears,?That shall one kind Return for ever gain,?But when t' oblige us they've done all they can,?We'll laugh, deride, and scorn the Foppish Sex,?And wrank Invention for new ways to vex,?Till they to shun us, prompted by Despair,?Or Drown themselves, or hung in cleanly Air.
_The Thirteenth Comfort._
But if amongst us there should chance to be,?One silly fond regardless foolish She,?That spight of all our Edicts will maintain?A League with that detested Creature _Man:_?Good Counsels first shall strive to bring her off, But if the Fool will that good Counsel scoff,?If she the freedom of her Sex will leave,?And love a Wretch she knows that will deceive,?From Pity well exempt the _Female_ Sot,?That wretched Thing a _Husband_ be her Lot.
_The Fourteenth Comfort._
Jealous by Day, and Impotent by Night,?Have neither Shape nor Mein to please the Sight?Diseas'd in Body, and deform'd in Soul,?Conceited, Proud, yet all the while a Fool:?May she with him spin out a tedious Life,?Blest with that much admir'd Title, _Wife_.?And may no Female better Fate partake,?That prophane the wholsome Laws we make.
_The Fifteenth Comfort._
And may the silly Maid that is so blind, } To trust Man's Oaths that are as false as Wind, } And only to her Ruin are design'd, } That thinks her Vertue is a Plague of Life,?And will to cure it, yield as Whore or Wife.?Find all the Ills that have before been said,?And lose for endless Plauges her Maiden-head,?Who will not bear what they infer a Pain,?And laugh at all the base Delights of Men.
_FINIS._

THE
Fifteen PLEASURES
OF A
VIRGIN.
WRITTEN
By the suppos'd AUTHOR of
THE
Fifteen Plagues
OF A
Maidenhead.
_Virtus, repuls? nescia fortid?,?Intimitatis fulget honoribus._ Hor. L. 3. Od. 1.
LONDON: Printed in the Year, 1709.
AN
APOLOGY
FOR
The Fifteen Plagues of a Maidenhead,
by the Imputed Author thereof.
Suppose 'twas I, you thought, had drew my Pen?On Virtue, see I fight for her agen;?Wherefore, I hope my Foes will all excuse?Th' Extravagance of a Repenting Muse;?Pardon whate'er she has too boldly said,?She only acted then in Masquerade;?But now the Vizard's off, She's chang'd her Scene, And turns a Modest, Civil Girl agen;?Let some admire the Fops whose Talent lie?Inventing dull, insipid Blasphemy;?I swear I cannot with those Terms dispence,?Nor won't be Damn'd for the Repute of Sense;?I cou'd be Bawdy much, and nick the Times,?In what they dearly Love; damn'd Placket Rhimes;?But that such Naus'ous Lines can reach no higher?Than what the Cod-Piece or Buffoons inspire.
To noble Satyr, I'll direct my Aim,?And bite Mankind, and Poetry Reclaim;?I'll ever use my Wit another Way,?And next the Ugliness of Vice display.
_Yours, &c._
THE
FIFTEEN P----s
OF A
VIRGIN.
_The first P----._
In these unhappy and more wretched Days,?Eclipsed with Debauchery and Plays!?Virgins can scarce stir out, but some dull Fop,?Impertinently kind, her way will stop,?And almost force Her to some House of Sin,?Her Innocence and Virtue to draw in;?And if he can her Modesty invade,?Glad with her Spoils and Trophies of a Maid,?The Villain is the first that will complain?Her foul Dishonour, and polluted Shame.
_The Second P----._
A Maid dispos'd to take the gentle Air,?And to _Grays-Inn_, or _Temple-Walks_ repair;?No sooner enters she the Garden Gate,?Sits down, and thinks of going e're 'tis late,?But some insipid Squire having spy'd her,?Takes Heart of Steel, and boldly squats beside her. He thus accosts her,--Madam, _Ah! by Gad?You're wond'rous Fair; but Lady, why so sad?_?Her Innocence he thinks will soon submit,?To all the