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He loath'd the Bird, or rather Beast,
Thus the who by her S--gn L---d
for vain 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 proy'd a Snake in Royal Breast, ?
Was rais’d for hum’ring his Debauches,
(news For a green Purse 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 R----y the Dishonour
Done him by such a Jilting H---fy,
The M----rch, tho’ in Pocket low,
This Madam with her nimble Scut, Now toffes My about, And from the Pockets of his Britches, Shakes out her R---y C-s--y's Riches, Thus like a true experienc'd W---, Ev'n keeps her very Keeper poor. Nor has he yer the sense to see How much his Generosity Dishonours his M----ck Station, And makes bim slighted by the Nation, Whilst she, her Country to advance, Sends golden Pies from hence to France, And strips the M-a-ch of our Ine, 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. O C---s! how happy had we been, Hadst thou but had a fruitful Queen Or else been Gelt before Fifteen.
Besides 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 such a Crowd of Ladies ply Around his Throne, who, by the by, Are proud to ease his L---ry That scarce a D-fs of Renown, Or wanton C---ss in the Town, But wait the motion of his L--ft, In hopes to have one R-- T--It, Each striving 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 surrender when he's ready, The Seat of Honour in a Lady; Then let 'ein ask what 'tis they want And T --- will gain what Merit can't. Thus he that needs a Boon at Court, And has but small Pretentions fort,