A POEM In a Letter from a young Lady in Mary's Parish, to a certain young Lady in Andrew's; for the Loss of her Maiden-head, being a warning to all her Sex.
Pritty Maidens have a Care
Maiden heads are slippery Ware
If you chance them for to Sell
Prize nothing less than two Bum Shells.
MADAM,
TO you I send these Lines
In hopes that you'l set forth my Crimes,
To guard our Sex from farther Ills
Which follow them like little De'les,
For I may self has led the Way
And put my Vertue quite astray,
Like Venus I'm a Beauty great
And yet my Maiden-head's at Stake,
Just as she has been before
A little less than Common Whore,
Which is a trade much practis'd now
And I my self must sit as low,
The Female Sex can scarce withstand
Temptati [...]n of the Traytor Man,
For they by their Deluding Arts
Could bend the strongest Females Hearts,
And thus you see I've been beguil'd
And now alass I prove with Child,
By all my Arts I could not hide
Yet Rue and — I have try'd,
Some I have try'd stronger than those
And still they do my Work oppose,
Since it is so I'le put a trick
On that ungrateful thing a P—k,
For it my sorrows first begun
And thus fair Lady sets the Sun.
Your humble Servant RUS