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 formal Precisian;
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The formal Precisian;
OR, The devout Lady.
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The
pious Dame, with formal Face,
demure in Speech and Carriage;
Altho' she talks so much of Grace,
Is not the best for Marriage.
demure in Speech and Carriage;
Altho' she talks so much of Grace,
Is not the best for Marriage.
For Woman, tho' she's so precise
As ne'er to speak a Word ill;
Yet her Religion never lies
Beneath the Waste or Girdle.
As ne'er to speak a Word ill;
Yet her Religion never lies
Beneath the Waste or Girdle.
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What, tho' she prays with holy Friends,
And cants against the Devil;
Yet saving Grace ne'er condescends
To stoop beneath her Navel.
And cants against the Devil;
Yet saving Grace ne'er condescends
To stoop beneath her Navel.
Her Petticoats so hard she ties,
That Conscience keeps its Station;
Nor can what's done below, arise
To give it Perturbation.
That Conscience keeps its Station;
Nor can what's done below, arise
To give it Perturbation.
Thus wisely makes Religion know
Its Bounds of Ambulation,
That Grace above, and Lust below,
Have no Communication.
Its Bounds of Ambulation,
That Grace above, and Lust below,
Have no Communication.
So that in Case the Seat of Love,
Her Tail, commits a Folly,
She thinks her Mind, that dwells above,
Is ne'er a Jot less holy.
Her Tail, commits a Folly,
She thinks her Mind, that dwells above,
Is ne'er a Jot less holy.
Or else her Tongue could never cant
Of Grace with gifted Brother,
And act the Part of pious Saint,
Whilst Buttocks play another.
Of Grace with gifted Brother,
And act the Part of pious Saint,
Whilst Buttocks play another.
Fond Youth, beware how you pursue
The Lass demurely sober,
The Saint would vanish soon, could you
Of holy Cheats disrobe her.
The Lass demurely sober,
The Saint would vanish soon, could you
Of holy Cheats disrobe her.
The pious Dame may plague your Head;
Such Roses have their Prickles:
And Punks and Jilts are often bred
In holy Conventicles.
Such Roses have their Prickles:
And Punks and Jilts are often bred
In holy Conventicles.
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