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Letter.
Worthy Sir,
Tho wean'd from all those scandalous Delights,
In which I gladly once mispent my Nights,
And lewdly fool'd away my Youthful Days,
When Regent Punk allow'd the use of Plays;
Weak Nature still prevails, and fain I'd hear
What upstart Fops in Julian's Volumes are;
Whether the lisping Lord, who lately writ
With Words so many, and so little Wit,
Has found more work for his correcting Friend,
Who slily laughs at what he seems to mend.
Fain would I know who limes the nauseous Bitch,
Whose filthier Mouth officiates for her Breech;
Whether the Booby, Whelp of Kingly Race,
Or the soft Earl contented with disgrace.
And yet methinks, 'tis strange that any Son
Shou'd rival Rowley there, besides his own.
In which I gladly once mispent my Nights,
And lewdly fool'd away my Youthful Days,
When Regent Punk allow'd the use of Plays;
Weak Nature still prevails, and fain I'd hear
What upstart Fops in Julian's Volumes are;
Whether the lisping Lord, who lately writ
With Words so many, and so little Wit,
Has found more work for his correcting Friend,
Who slily laughs at what he seems to mend.
Fain would I know who limes the nauseous Bitch,
Whose filthier Mouth officiates for her Breech;
Whether the Booby, Whelp of Kingly Race,
Or the soft Earl contented with disgrace.
And yet methinks, 'tis strange that any Son
Shou'd rival Rowley there, besides his own.
I'd hear whether the Wight with Antick pace,
Embroider'd Coat, and antiquated Face,
Changing his Hebrew for a Warlike Cant,
Still meets the Queenstreet lewd Inhabitant.
Embroider'd Coat, and antiquated Face,
Changing his Hebrew for a Warlike Cant,
Still meets the Queenstreet lewd Inhabitant.
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But above all I gladly wou'd here tell
Some Passages of that most decent Ball;
Where Irish Squire so cunningly contriv'd,
At his own charge to have his Lady Sw***.
Some Passages of that most decent Ball;
Where Irish Squire so cunningly contriv'd,
At his own charge to have his Lady Sw***.
We're told how Virgins bright, and Gallants brave.
Marshal'd by Bawds most infamously grave;
But we don't hear of whose Commodity
The lustful buggering Jew thought fit to buy
Who ogled who, or how the prudent Maid
Cou'd brook the Man her Sister so betray'd.
Marshal'd by Bawds most infamously grave;
But we don't hear of whose Commodity
The lustful buggering Jew thought fit to buy
Who ogled who, or how the prudent Maid
Cou'd brook the Man her Sister so betray'd.
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