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SATIRE.

Declining Venus has no Force o'er Love,
The tender Ganymede now rules above;
By Influence we die for amorous Boys,
Changing to Godlike Pleasures from vain Toys:
Besides, 'tis Interest and by that we steer,
To love with Princes is to gain their Ear.
He's an ill Courtier who can have a Passion
For nauseous Petticoat when out of fashion,
B---s are still the Stamp of Revolution.
Submissive Woman artfully invites
Each gazing Fop, and every Look requites;
Yielding to Nature, is no more confin'd,
Foe to Despair, in all her Actions kind.
Else Yel---ton should never lead the Van,
Stunted throughout, the Miniature of Man:
The Widow Le---son that vain Brat vould charm,
Dil---ds Arrival dreaded for more harm;
But Faustus Farmer by his Magick Art
Levels two Bellies to come at one part.
R---ss is so good, 'tis pity here to name her,
She drinks as well as does, no Soul can blame her:
S---wich is willing, but slow Lovers spoil
Her good Intentions, such are How and Boyle;
Poor Br---don's Fate she loves a batter'd Bully,
An ill Performer, yet by Descent no Cully.
W---ham, incestuous Jew, now Beauty's gone,
Prevails o'er Politicks with grunting John.
Ri---ond could make no Steps, she was so sore,
Where Earls, Knights, Priests and Pox has been before:
So qualify'd, to Grandeur she had claim,
Those Princes never wed to meaner Fame.

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R---liffe on Mount resembles Whetstone's Park,
Painted and patch'd with Ba---r for her Spark:
So have I seen a Cit at Door with Trull,
By Noon as drunk, and of themselves as full.
Ch---l has lost her long prevailing Art,
And now for Drudgery keeps Booby Hart:
So P---brook sends her unknown Gems to pawn,
To mollify that costive Clown De***un.
Thus Beauty fading, falls from step to step,
At first is paid, then takes its turn to keep,
For Countess Dowagers, and Maids at Court,
The never-failing Lovers of the Sport:
They feel the Malice of despairing Fits,
When ill Success turns Lovers into Wits.
This stingless Satire's Author if you'd know,
The Dial speaks not, but it points
Jack H---.