The Whore

THANKS to the age, the satyrizing Muse
Has themes sufficient-where she will to chuse;
Whither among the vulgar scenes of strife,
Or those renown'd for = Vice = in higher life.
Lord, Duke, or Duchess, might the theme enhance,
And shew the worst of crimes-without romance.
_St. James_'s, or _St. Giles_'s, will supply
Enough of subjects-in Iniquity.
= WHORE = is my theme, ye sisters all attend,
Give your applause, and be a sister's friend;
If this ye do, and cast a fav'ring eye,
Those = Sons = of = Whores = , the Critics, I defy.

OF all the crimes condemn'd in women-kind,
= Whore = , in the catalogue, the first you'll find;
This vulgar term is in the mouth of all
An epithet, on every female's fall.
And what's a Whore? Go ask the nations round;
Is it an empty name, and nought but sound?
Is it, above all other sins, the worst?
By man despised, and by = God = accurs'd?
If that's the case, and scripture we believe,
What was the crime alledg'd to grandam = Eve = ?
What was the fruit the Tree of Knowledge shew'd,
And made her break her promise to her = God = ?
What in the serpent could o'er her prevail;
Was the great = EVIL = in his head or = TAIL = ?
The Devil himself must clear up the dispute,
Who knew the virtue of the fatal fruit.