The Whore by Whore of Quality — Read

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.