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Dung-hill and Pease forsook, he comes to Town,
Turns Spark, learns to be lewd, and is undone.
Nothing sutes worse with Vice, than want of Sence,
Fools are still wicked at their own Expence.
This o'r grown School-Boy lost Corinna wins,
And at first dash, to make an Ass begins:
"Pretends to like a Man who has not known
"The Vanities nor Vices of the Town.
"Fresh in his Youth, and faithful in his Love,
"Eager of Joys, which he does seldom prove:
"Healthful and Strong, he does no Pains indure,
"But what the Fair One he adores can cure.
"Grateful for Favours, does the Sex esteem,
"And Libels none for being kind to him:
"Then of the Lewdness of the Town complains,
"Rails at the Wits and Atheists, and maintains
"'Tis better than good Sence, than Power, than Wealth,
"To have alone untainted Youth, and Health.
The unbred Puppey, who had never seen
A Creature look so Gay, or talk so Fine,
Believes, then falls in Love, and then in Debt,
Mortgages all, even to the Ancient Seat:
To buy his Mistress a new House for Life,
To give her Plate and Jewels, robs his Wife;
And when to th' height of Fondness he is grown,
'Tis time to poyson him, and all's Her own.
Thus meeting in her Common Arms his Fate,
He leaves her Bastard-Heir to his Estate:
And as the Race of such an Owl deserves,
His own dull lawful Progeny he starves.
Nature who never made a thing in vain,
But do's each Insect for some end ordain;
Wisely contriv'd kind-keeping Fools no doubt,
To patch up Vices, Men of Wit wear out.
Thus she ran on two Hours, some Grains of Sence,
Mixt with whole Vollies of Impertinence.
But now 'tis time I should some pitty show
To Cloe, since I cannot choose but know
Readers must Reap the Dulness Writers Sow.
By the next Post such Stories I will tell,
As joyn'd with these, shall to a Volume swell:
As True as Heaven, more Infamous than Hell;
But now you're tyr'd, and so am I. Farewell.
Turns Spark, learns to be lewd, and is undone.
Nothing sutes worse with Vice, than want of Sence,
Fools are still wicked at their own Expence.
This o'r grown School-Boy lost Corinna wins,
And at first dash, to make an Ass begins:
"Pretends to like a Man who has not known
"The Vanities nor Vices of the Town.
"Fresh in his Youth, and faithful in his Love,
"Eager of Joys, which he does seldom prove:
"Healthful and Strong, he does no Pains indure,
"But what the Fair One he adores can cure.
"Grateful for Favours, does the Sex esteem,
"And Libels none for being kind to him:
"Then of the Lewdness of the Town complains,
"Rails at the Wits and Atheists, and maintains
"'Tis better than good Sence, than Power, than Wealth,
"To have alone untainted Youth, and Health.
The unbred Puppey, who had never seen
A Creature look so Gay, or talk so Fine,
Believes, then falls in Love, and then in Debt,
Mortgages all, even to the Ancient Seat:
To buy his Mistress a new House for Life,
To give her Plate and Jewels, robs his Wife;
And when to th' height of Fondness he is grown,
'Tis time to poyson him, and all's Her own.
Thus meeting in her Common Arms his Fate,
He leaves her Bastard-Heir to his Estate:
And as the Race of such an Owl deserves,
His own dull lawful Progeny he starves.
Nature who never made a thing in vain,
But do's each Insect for some end ordain;
Wisely contriv'd kind-keeping Fools no doubt,
To patch up Vices, Men of Wit wear out.
Thus she ran on two Hours, some Grains of Sence,
Mixt with whole Vollies of Impertinence.
But now 'tis time I should some pitty show
To Cloe, since I cannot choose but know
Readers must Reap the Dulness Writers Sow.
By the next Post such Stories I will tell,
As joyn'd with these, shall to a Volume swell:
As True as Heaven, more Infamous than Hell;
But now you're tyr'd, and so am I. Farewell.
FINIS.
