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I still preserv'd my Maiden fame,
  In spight of Oaths and Lying;
Tho' many a long chinn'd Youngster came,
  And fain would be enjoying:
My Fan, to guard my Lips I kept,
  From Cupid's lewd o'errunner;
And many a Roman Nose I rapp'd,
  When I was a Dame of Honour.

My Curling Locks I never bought
  Of Beggar's dirty Daughters;
Nor prompted by a wanton thought,
  Above Knee ty'd my Garters;
I never glow'd with Painted Pride,
  Like Punk when the Devil has won her:
Nor prov'd a cheat to be a Bride,
  When I was a Dame of Honour.

My Neighbours still I treated round,
  And Strangers that come near me;
The Poor too always Welcome found,
  Whose Prayers did still endear me;
Let therefore who at Court would be,
  No Churl, nor yet no Fawner:
Match in old Hospitality,
  Queen Besses Dame of Honour.