Poems on Several Occasions :: :: University of Virginia Library

Jilted! 'Tis strange that you who know,
What women think as well as do,
Should in your guesses be deceiv'd,
But yet 'tis stranger you believ'd.
Have not you often said that none,
About this dam'd intriguing Town,

Could scape your knowledge but you knew,
How matters went and who Kept who;
What Cit, or Worship, or my Lord,
Allow'd for Lodgings, Pins, or board;
What tricks the keeping fools were play'd,
Where, when, by whom and how betray'd,
No int'rest, Sir, could yours destroy,
You still came in and shar'd the Joy.
But when you pleas'd Keep your self,
And throw away a little Pelf,
Your Mistress's were all so true,
They would not touch a man but you:
F---! After this 'tis something hard,
That others should be now prefer'd.
But come, consider 'tis no more
Than Thousands have endur'd before;

Consider this will be the Trade,
While such as sell their Love are paid,
And there are Cullyes to be had.
Whilst women, if they once begin
To wanton, doat upon the sin,
Whilst nature teaches them to cheat,
Or they find pleasure in deceit;
In short, while men and women live,
Tho One will ask, the Other give.