[A mighty Monarch you begot]
I
A mighty Monarch you begot,
Who's pious as the Devil;
Your Mother too, by all is thought,
To be extreamly civil.
II
Descended from so bright a Pair,
You both their Gifts inherit;
All your great Father's Virtue share,
And all your Mother's merit.
III
When I was young and gay like you,
I lov'd my Recreation;
Mamma's dear Steps I did pursue,
And bilk'd no Inclination.
IV
And, Madam, when your Charms are gone,
Your Lovers will forsake you;
They'l cry your sporting Days done,
And bid old Pluto take you.
V
Thus I have given all Trading o'er,
And wisely leave off sporting;
Resolv'd to practise it no more,
After my reign of courting.