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The insinuating bawd and the repenting harlot written by a whore at Tunbridge, and dedicated to a bawd at the Bath.
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Ward, Edward, 1667-1731.
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1699
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Wing W738A; ESTC R8643
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raise Desires would Tender Youth betray And make the Giddy Maid with Eager haste Pursue those Pleasures 't is a Crime to Taste The insinuating Temptress thus began To Bribe my Ears and Bend my Thoughts t'wards Man Madam Since Heav'n so largely has bestow'd On you those Blessings but to few allow'd And now your Charms in Natures Law 's Vntaught Are by Ripe Years to full Perfection brought 'T is to the Donor sure a great abuse When grown Mature to keep 'em back from Vse By our Grave Guides how often are we told How much the Miser Sins that hoards his Gold If you those Charms from their true Vse Conceal You 're doubtless Guilty of as great an Ill. Beauty like Money 's made to be Employ'd And not by Age to molter Vn-enjoy'd For it were where would the diff'rence be Betwixt the Fairest and the Homely'st She The soft Young Damsel with her Magick Eyes And all the Charms Dame Nature can Devise If she but Tempts to what must be Deny'd Imprisons Beauty by a Senseless Pride The Dowdy's far more Blest that freely is Enjoy'd For Niggards tho' Possest with useless Store Thro' Willful wants Live Poorer than the Poor Consider Child what Pity it would be That Fruit like yours should Wither on the Tree Those Rubie Cheeks that look so Fresh and Gay Will in short time if not Enjoy'd Decay That warm Complexion that preserves the Grace Of each soft Feature in your Lovely Face Will Sickly grow and Fade in spight of Art Lest the Blind God soon Bleeds you with his Dart See how Lucinda's Charms at once are gone Whose Eyes of late with so much Lustre shone And all the Roses that her Cheeks Adorn'd Are into Yellow Fading Tulips turn'd Her Limbs that with such Air and Freedom mov'd Are Lazy grown unfit to be Belov'd Her deprav'd Stomach does for nothing Call But Cinders Oat-Meal ' Baccopipes and Wall Her Blood 's Corrupted and her Breath's grown Short And all for want of Love's Salubrious Sport Therefore Dear Madam don't Repent too Late That you are fall'n beneath Lucinda's Fate Bâ—â—â—â—se the happy means that may prevent Those Ills occasion'd by severe Restraint Such Knowledge you will find such Pleasure take In the first Sweet Experiment you make You 'll own each Blissful moment you Employ Is worth an Age Exempted from the Joy Your Soul will find an Extasie so great What now you Fear you 'll Study to Repeat The Vnexperienc'd Nymph that 's Chaste and Fair Does but the Fetters of Blind Ign'rance wear Whilst she that 's Wise dissolves the feeble Chain By Vent'ring once to lose what 's kept in Pain When I first took the Counsel that I give Such Pleasing Knowledge did my Soul Revive I 'd rather Feast and Dye than not to Taste and Live Madam said I I know not what you mean Something methinks I want but fear to Sin You Talk of Joys to such a Blest degree What 's sure so Pleasant cannot Sinful be And yet methinks who 'd Heavens Laws Controul Were it not Pleasure that beguil'd the Soul Barely the Hopes not certainty of Joy Did Eve amidst her Innocence Decoy 'T was not the Fruit but what the Tempter said That her weak Nature to his Will Betray'd If Talk of Pleasures will the Mind subdue What then must Joys in full Fruition do The very Words are Pleasant you impart And makes a Wellcome Feaver in my Heart My Soul Divided struggles hard within Betwixt the Hopes of Joy and Fear of Sin A warm Desire thro' ev'ry Fibre glides Something I want which something else forbids What 't is you 've made me Covet to Possess Dear Madam tell me for I cannot guess With Looks disorder'd I approach'd more nigh And eagerly attended her Reply Finding her Words had some Impression made She took me by the Hand and thus she said Madam The Joys your full-blown Years require Are Just to Act and Nat'ral to Desire 'T is the sweet Game that all Mankind pursue The Prince the Peasant Priest and Poet too It Sweetens Life in every Degree Makes Crowns sit Easie and the Pen run Free It is the Virgins Hope the Wives Delight The Business of the Day the Bliss of Night It begets Frendship puts an end to Strife Is the Blest Warmth that gives the World new Life Such are the Joys you now are Ripe to Prove I' th' Sweet Embraces of a Man you Love Hugg'd in his Arms if Pliable and Kind There there the Happy Secret you will find But Man said I I 've heard my Mother say Is False and cannot Love above a Day Will Swear ten thousand Lyes to be Believ'd And Fawn and Flatter till h' has one Deceiv'd But when h' has gain'd his End inclin'd to Rove Slights what he Vow'd he could for Ages Love And leaves the Sighing Wretch he has betray'd To drown in Tears the false kind things he said How then can I such Happiness obtain From Faithless Man so Fickle and so Vain Methinks I only could the Youth approve That could like me for Ever ever Love Conform to th' Sacred Tye make me his Wife And bind himself to Love me for his Life In such a Man I 'm sure I could Delight Please him all Day and Hug him close all Night Dear Child says she You much Alas mistake Those Bonds are Tiresome which we cannot break Fear Jealousie and Doubt Improve the Bliss The Pleasure 's Lost when Chains have made you his Our Sex too often has Confest in Tears Cupid withdraws when once the Priest appears Marriage and Love we by Experience find Differ like Freedom and Restraint in kind And if they mix 't is with much Pains and Toil As Skilful Cooks mix Vinegar with Oyl Therefore in Love if you would happy be Keep whilst you 're Youthful Unconfin'd and Free And if your weary Confident should Range The Bonds are Void and you your self may change Your Love whenever your Gallant has Err'd May to another justly be Transferr'd But if in Wedlocks Fetters you are Bound For Wrongs you Suffer no Relief is found Slights and Neglects nay Blows perhaps endure And bear with Patience what Revenge should Cure Husbands maintain an Arbitrary Sway Whilst the Poor Wife must Suffer and Obey And like a Kingdom into Slav'ry drawn Thro' Fear not Love upon her Tyrant Fawn Thus must you Study tho' Opprest to Please All other means are worse than the Disease Marriage as us'd is but a Womans Yoke A Knot for Life too Stubborn to be broke A Prison which if once you 're into 't Cast Makes the Sweet Fruit but Nauseous to the Taste Therefore the Freedom you Enjoy Maintain Liberty Lost is difficult to Regain Whilst Single you may many Hearts subdue Discharge the Faithless and Oblige the True If tir'd with Old ones change 'em still for New But if you 're Marry'd you 're at once undone And made a despicable Slave to one Your Actions all are Watch'd by many Eyes Your very Servants