He loath'd the Bird, or rather Beast,
That fo befoul'd her charming Neft,
And fpoil'd that kind refreshing Smell
Which Ry always lov'd fo well,
That her past Service he rewarded,
And from that time the Punck difcarded
Thus the who by her S--gn L---d
Was for her Beauty once ador'd,
In one fad Hour loft Royal Favour,
By dropping what had too much favour.
So thofe who by good Turns have won us,
And fignal Friendships oft have done uk,
Yet if they difoblige at last,
We bury all their Kindness past.
Nay, Kings themselves, that are fo
And gen'rous when they're pleas'd,
what then?
If vex'd they're just like other Men.
A third more beauteous than the reft, That prov'd a Snake in Royal Breast,
Was rais'd for hum'ring his Debauches,
From a lewd C-fs to a D--fs;
But being troubl'd, as fome say,
With fuch an Itch that none could lay,
She could not be content alone
To bind her Honour to the Throne,
But loving well the am'rous Sport,
Turn'd Proftitute to half the Court:
Nor would herG-ce confine her Favours
To their weak furfeited Endeavours,
But fearch'd both Play-houses and Fairs,
For Dancers of the Ropes and Players,
Such that would drudge as hard to earn
The Pence, as Thrafhers in a Barn,
Exert their Strength and strain their Si-
For a greenPurfe half fill'd with Guineas This made the Court as mad as Devils To find they had such scoundrel Rivals That they, to be reveng'd upon her, Whisper'd to Ry the Dishonour
Done him by fuch a Jilting H---fy,
Who'd fo abus'd her T--zy-m--zy.
This made the King at once refign her,
Altho' he he never had a finer.
So the clofe Harlot that detects
Her Neighbour joyning Sex with Sex,
Will cry out Whore upon the Dame,
Expofe her Faults to publick Shame,
Tho' fhe herfelf has done the fame.
The Mrch, tho' in Pocket low,
Being proud, at his Expence, to know
What difference Nature had begot,
Betwixt a French and English T-t,
Takes a gay Tit from France to mount,
The Caft-off of a Paris Count,
With Apple-Face and flener Wafte,
All over Jilt, yet looking Chafte;
With her the M---ch next agreed,
To pleasure his adult'rous Bed,
That he might know the worth & nature
Of French Commodities the better.
This Madam with her nimble Scut,
Now toffes My about,
And from the Pockets of his Britches,
Shakes out her Ry Cy's Riches,
Thus like a true experienc'd W---
Ev'n keeps her very Keeper poor.
Nor has he yet the fense to see
How much his Generofity
Dishonours his M----ck Station,
And makes him flighted by the Nation.
Whilft fhe, her Country to advance,
Sends golden Pies from hence to France,
And strips the M----ch of our Ifle,
T'enrich her own dear native Soil:
Is but a treach'rous Spy upon him,
To hug him till she's quite undone him,
Does all his grand Affairs discover,
To cunning L-s at the Louvre.
OC-s! how happy had we been,
Hadft thou but had a fruitful Queen
Or elfe been Gelt before Fifteen.
Befides these mercenary Crew,
Who drain his Purse and --- too,
And with their B---d Broods deceive him
Of all the Wealth the People give him,
Yet fuch a Crowd of Ladies ply
Around his Throne, who, by the by,
Are proud to ease his L---ry
That scarce a Dfs of Renown,
Or wanton C-fs in the Town,
But wait the motion of his L--st,
In hopes to have one R---1 T---st,
Each ftriving when his Love grows
(fervent
To be his very humble Servant;
Well knowing that the only means
To win the Favour of their P---ce,
Is to furrender when he's ready,
The Seat of Honour in a Lady;
Then let 'em ask what 'tis they want
And Twill gain what Merit can't.
Thus he that needs a Boon at Court,
And has but finall Pretentions for't,
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