The Women's Complaint to Venus [1698. Bodleian MS Rawl. poet 159, also MS Eng. poet e. 50 How happy were good English Faces Till monseiur from France Taught Pego a dance To the tune of old Sodoms Embraces But now we are quite out of fashion Your whores may be Nuns Since men turn their Guns And vent on each other their passions In the Reign of good Charles the Second Full many a Jade a Lady was made And the Issue Right Noble was reckon'd But now we find to our sorrow We are overrun By sparks of the Bum And peers of the Land of Gommorah The Beaus whom most we rely'd on At Night makes a punk of him that's first drunk Tho' unfit for the Sport as John Dryden The Souldiers, whom next we put trust in No widdow can faine Or virgin Reclaim But at the wrong place will be a thrusting Fair Venus, thou Goddess of Beauty Receive our complaint Make Rigby recant And the Souldiers henceforth do their duty Venus' Reply Why Nymphs these pittiful storeys But you are to blame And have got a new game Call'd Flatts with a swiving Clitoris Besides I have heard of Wax Tapers With which you get up And each other Tup To cure the Green sickness and vapours I'm told with a delicate Seignior Some Matrons do ease Their Lust and so please They have not been layn with these years Your Frogmore Frolicks discover [Irish lord's residence Some Reasons of Art to play the Mans part You are for no masculine Lover At all which I am so offend'd My son at Mens hearts Will throw no more darts 'Till your lust and your lives are amended Forsake but those odd ways of Sinning And I'le undertake The arrantest Rake Shall swinge you as at the beginning Some Songs from Bassus, 1530 WBO oct00
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