The Modern World disrob'd or, both sexes Stript of their pretended vertue. In Two Parts. First, Of the Ladies. Secondly, Of the Gentlemen. With Familiar Descant upon every Character [by Edward Ward] |
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The Countess of Brandipolis:
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The Countess of Brandipolis:
OR, The Toping Lady.
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Since
scornful Dames, of high Renown,
Who ride in gilded Coaches,
Become the Jests of Court and Town,
For their obscene Debauches:
Who ride in gilded Coaches,
Become the Jests of Court and Town,
For their obscene Debauches:
Well may Dame Thumbleton excuse
The Love she' as for the Pitcher;
And needy Whores bred up in Stews,
Take Pattern by the Richer.
The Love she' as for the Pitcher;
And needy Whores bred up in Stews,
Take Pattern by the Richer.
If swelling Honour cannot bind
My Ladies, who are Courtiers,
From Stygian Drams, at first design'd
For Carmen, and for Porters:
My Ladies, who are Courtiers,
From Stygian Drams, at first design'd
For Carmen, and for Porters:
But Noble Blood must rob the Rogues
Of their infernal Liquor,
And lofty Ladies have their Cogues
To make their Wits the quicker:
Of their infernal Liquor,
And lofty Ladies have their Cogues
To make their Wits the quicker:
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Who then can blame the Market-Dames,
That join their Pence together,
And by internal Brandy-Flames,
Keep out the frosty Weather?
That join their Pence together,
And by internal Brandy-Flames,
Keep out the frosty Weather?
But female Quality, of late,
To mend their tallow Faces,
Such who of Birth and Vertue prate,
Will tope off brimming Glasses.
To mend their tallow Faces,
Such who of Birth and Vertue prate,
Will tope off brimming Glasses.
So well the fiery Juice agrees
With Woman's colder Nature;
'Twill make the rev'rend Lady kiss
As warmly as her Daughter.
With Woman's colder Nature;
'Twill make the rev'rend Lady kiss
As warmly as her Daughter.
But if her Honour knows not how
To use it as she should do,
'Twill make her drunk as common Sow,
And every Jot as lewd too.
To use it as she should do,
'Twill make her drunk as common Sow,
And every Jot as lewd too.
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