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Her Eyes and Cheeks all hollow, so her Voice,
And this the utters with a dreadful Noise;
Pug, cruel Pug, with whom so long I livd,
For whom so well I faithfully contriv'd;
Wherein have I deserv'd fo ill of thee,
That thou should't part my dearest C-and me?
Of Brawny Blockheads hadst thou not before,
By my Industrious Care, a numerous Store,
Cd her self was never cram'd with more?,
By her when first of W-bereft,
My Charming was still a Treasure left,
Nor to my Wishes did he difagree,
I ogled him, and he would Squint at me;
But when his charming Limbs the first time prest
My Heitick Body, ne'er was Bawd fo bleft;
Lan-d himself for C- I did despise,
Lan-d the Gay, the Sprightly, and the Wise,
Big with my Joys, to thee I must still run,
Declar'd how oft the Sacred Act was done:
While as the melting History I told,
My twinkling Eyes in their old Sockets roll’d:
All this by faithless thee, with Craft was beard,
No blushing sign of kindling Lust appear'd;
Blushing ! a thing thou st conquer'd long agoe,
And Modesty has always been thy Foe;
If e'er thou affeet it, 'tis with awkward Grace,
For Bawd is always opend in thy Face;
Bawd is thy Art, Accomplishment and Trade,
For that, not Love, thou wert a Mistress made;
No Hero ever to thy Arms was won,
But in some drunken hour when love was done
To Wallow, Fumble, Grunt, and Spew upon;
*Till my false Squinter thou did it lead aftray, And her, that too much trusted thee, betray.
Thus 1 poor Nymph am plagu'd, and most
not rest, Betause in that Adonis C- I'm blest; C—who for close intrigues was doubtless made, Whose Love was never by his Looks betray'd, For while his melting Eyes did mine survey, They craftily still seem'd another way. Which when fond Knight our Confident did see, She claim'd the Homage that was paid to me? Till to redress the mighty Wrong sustain'd, I to my God-like Soveraign complain'd, And by his Justice, all my Rights maintain d. Let Mountebank make Market-houses ring, Of what great feats they've done before the
King; Let Learn'd Sir Sam his Windsor Engin try, Before great Charles let Quacks and Sea-men
lie, He ne'er heard Swearers, till MollKnight and I; Never heard Oaths less valu'd, or less true, (And yet 'tis said he'as paid for Swearing too ;) Lowdlier we swore than plundering Dragoons, Sblood follow'd s'blood, and Z-- succeeded Z. Till at the last, the Bawd's weak Forces faild, And I by Noise and Impudence prevailid: To France my baffled squeaking Rival's gone, And C-, and all bis Eyes are now my own; Shou'd she pretend to what's so much my due, She might as well take lovely Duncan too;
Duncan by my great Sway and Power preferr'd, For Mounting me well first, now Mounts the
Guard : Help Church and State to do a Princess Right, Guard me from Wrongs, and exercise this Sprite; Even now in Terror on my Bed I lie, Send Doctor B- -t to me or I die.
The Lady of Pleasure, A SATY R.
By Sir George Etheridge, Knight.
The Life of Nelly truly shown,
From Cole-yard, and Cellar, to the Throne,
Till into the Grave she tumbled down.
Sing the Story of a Scoundrel Lass,
Rais'd from a Dunghill
, to a King's Embrace: I trace her from her Birth and Infant Years; To Venus none so like as she
appears : To Madam Venus the Sea-froth gave Birth ; To Madam Nell, the Scum of all the Earth: No Man alive could ever call her Daughter, For a Battallion of Arm'd Men begot her: The Pious Mother of this flaming Whore, Maid,Punk, and Bawd, full Sixty Years & more, Dy'd drunk with Brandy in a Common-shore. No matter that, not what we were must shame us, 'Tis what we last arrive to, that must fame us.
Fam'd be the Cellar then, wherein the Babe.
Was first brought forth to be a Monarch's Drab,
In a low Cellar under Ground, this Trull;
(Heavens! What can't Fortune do, if Fortune
In a low Cellar this fame Trull was kindled,
That has so oft old R---'s Scepter dwindled,
How far did the fam'd Amazonian come to WooC
Great Alexander for a touch and goe?
But thee, thy Soveraign courted for thy Fame,
Enjoy'd thee, 'cause 'twas thou hadIt got the
Thou didst not come to him withGold & Spice,
And nothing introduc'd thee but thy Vice :
O! may that Cellar never be forgot,
Wherein was hatch'd such a Prince-pleasing
He that had seen her mudling in the Street
Her Face all Pot-lid black, un
hod her Feet, And in a Cloud of Doft her Cinders shaking, Cou'd he have thought her fit for Monarchs
taking? Even then she had her Charms of brisk and
witty, Which first inflav'd a Cully of the City ; He had her Britch wash'd clean, and Smockt
her white, That she might be his Darling and Delight: Then in her Wine began this Dialogue, My little Deity my pretty Rogue, That halt Redeemd me from my flitten Milk, To Worsted Hofe, and Petticoat of Silk;
Be kind, my Dear, and flowing Joy impart;
Apply Loves Sov'reign Balsam to my Heart.
Thus for fome time each other they enjoy'd,
Until the Merchant, not the Girl was cloy'd;
For either with th’ Expence of Purse or Love,
At length the Fool did wondrous Nell-Gick
Howe'er, he would not leave her as he found
That had been base, since he had got the Plun-
Besides, he knew she had both Wit and Sence,
Beauty, and such a stock of Impudence,
As to the Play-house well might recommend her,
And therefore thither was refolv'd to send herz
Where foon she grew, being in her proper
The Pride, and Envy of the Theater:
Then Entred Nelly on the publick Stage,
Harlot of Harlots, Lais of the Age:
But there what Lacy's fumbling Age abusid,
Hart's sprightly Vigor more robustly us'd ;
Yet Hart more manners had than not to ten.
When noble B- begg’d him to Surrender :
He saw her roll the Stage from fide to side,
And thro' her Draw'rs the powerful Charm
Take her my Lord, quoth Hart since you're so mean,
To take a Player's leavings for your 2-
For tho I love her well, yet as she's poor,
I'm well contented to prefer the Whore.