The Whores and Bawds Answer to the Fifteen Comforts of Whoring | Page 7

swagg'ring Tyrants of his Wit;?But being strictly taught in Vertue's School,?She does not only slight the prating Fool,?Contemn'd his Actions, and his feigned Tone,?But leaves the Lawyer strait to Curse alone.
_The Third P----._
The Maid that's Blessed with a beauteos Face,?A gentile Air, and as genteel a Grace;?On her some am'rous Beau soon casts his Eyes,?And to obtain the much admired Prize;?He fashionably dresses, struts, looks big,?Like _John_ of _Gaunt_, and in a pond'rous Wig;?A subtle, sly, and cunning Ambuscade,?For her Virginity is quickly laid;?Of Love he tells a Thousand Fictious Tales,?Till over her Discretion Lust prevails,?But modest Maids, whose young and tender Hearts?Unwounded yet, have the scap'd fatal Darts;?Let the sad Fates of wanton Strumpets move,?And learn by them to shun unlawful Love:?Thus Virgins, if you'll Modesty embrace,?By making all Allurements give you place:?Virtue a Sanctuary e'er shall be?Against the Quivers of Iniquity.
_The Fourth P----._
A Maid of honest, but mean Parents Born,?These Times is only made the rich Man's scorn,?Howe'er her Beauty tempting some young Spark?He takes her to the Playhouse and the Park,?Where he with many Imprecations vows,?His Fortune and his Life to her he owes;?But finding his Temptations are in vain,?Her Company in Wrath he do's refrain;?Which at the first may touch her tender Heart,?And make her feel the force of _Cupid_'s Dart;?But Time and Absence Having made a Cure?Of that same Plague she could not first endure.?She says, as now I'm well, recite not then?The Falshood and Deceit of Perjur'd Men,?Virtue retain'd, that Man I'll ever slight,?Whom I cannot by Marriage claim my Right.
_The Fifth P----, in a Dialogue betwixt_ Cloris
_and_ Parthenisea.
_Clo._ Why dost thou all Address deny??Hard-hearted _Parthenisea_, why??See how the trembling Lovers come,?That from thy Lips expect their Doom.
_Par._ _Cloris!_ I hate them all, they know,?Nay I have often told them so;?Their silly Politicks abhorr'd:?I scorn to make my Slave my Lord.
_Clo._ But _Strephon_'s Eyes proclaim His Love?Too brave, Tyrannical to prove.
_Par._ Ah _Cloris!_ when we lost our Power??We must obey the Conqueror.
_Clo._ Yet when a gentle Prince bears sway,?It is no Bondage to Obey.
_Par._ But if like _Nero_, for a while,?With Arts of Kindness he beguile,?How shall the Tyrant be withstood,?When he has writ his Laws in Blood?
_Clo._ Love (_Parthenisea_) all commands,?it fetters Kings in charming Bands;?_Mars_ yields his Arms to _Cupid_'s Darts,?And Beauty softens Savage Hearts.
_Par._ Well may you choose to be a Wife,?I'll still retain a Single Life.
_The Sixth P----._
Rid of a Coxcomb, next a Siege is laid?Against the weak Repulses of a Maid,?By one that keeps a Coach and Lackies too,?And that he might his wicked Plots pursue,?In gawdy Dress he would her Heart surprize,?with Gold to dazle her too watchful Eyes;?But Vertue cherishing her Virtuous Breast,?With so much Innocence which made her blest,?Her Innocence as hitherto ne'er knew?What Mischief _Venus_ or her Son cou'd do,
_The Seventh P----._
Where blindfold Fortune has been pleas'd to place A Virgen with a Master void of Grace,?With Foot, with Hand, or Eyes, he'll Tokens speak, The Signs deny, these Assignations make;?Thinks she shall be as pliant to his Use,?As Strumpets on a _Cornival_ let loose;?But if she's Chast, his Miss she will not be,?Unless she is as Fiend, and Base as he.
_The Eighth P----._
_A_ Negro _Courting onto a maid,?That was most Fair; to him she said,?Thy Ink, my Papper, make me guess,?Our Nuptial Bed will make a Press,?And to our Sports, if any came?They'll read a Wanton Epigram,_
_The Ninth P----._
_How many Sweethearts do these follow me?Whose fell Design I know's to Ruine me;?but let me banish this forbidden Fire,?Or quench it with my Blood, or with't expire;?Unstain'd in Honour; and unhurt in Fame,?I'll never blast Virginity Shame,_
_The Tenth P----._
_A Sailor vowing he would all his Life,?Be true to me, he took another Wife;?whose Folshood (not as e're he did Invade?My Honour) made me sick, and, dying, said,?Ah now at my last Hour I gasping lie:?Let only my kind Murtherer be by,?Let him, while I breath out my Soul in Sighs,?Or gaz't away, look on with pitying Eyes;?Let him (for sure he can't deny me this)?Seal my cold Lips with one dear parting Kiss._
_The Eleventh P----._
_To have a Sweetheart once it was my Fate,?Whom much I lov'd, and now as much do hate,?Fo going to be coupled for my Life,?He was took from me by a former Wife;?Henceforwards I shall ever cautious be?Of Marrying one, a Stranger unto me._
_The Twelfth P----._
_A Sweetheart whom I lov'd, and he lov'd me,?Intoxicated with Cursed Jealousie,?Without a Cause, my Innocence did slight,?Which urged soon my Passion thus to write,?Kind Health, which you, and only you can grant,?Which, if deny'd, I must for