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The Time hath been a boyish blushing Time	A
When Modesty was scarcely held a crime	A
When the most Wicked had some touch of grace	B
And trembled to meet Virtue face to face	B
When Those who in the cause of Sin grown grey	C
Had serv'd her without grudging day by day	C
Were yet so weak an awkward shame to feel	D
And strove that glorious service to conceal	D
We better bred and than our Sires more wise	E
Such paltry narrowness of soul despise	E
To Virtue ev'ry mean pretence disclaim	F
Lay bare our crimes and glory in our shame	F
	G
ITALIA nurse of ev'ry softer art	H
Who feigning to refine unmans the heart	H
Who lays the realms of Sense and Virtue waste	I
Who marrs whilst she pretends to mend our taste	I
ITALIA to compleat and crown our shame	F
Sends us a Fiend and LEGION is his name	F
The Farce of greatness without being great	J
Pride without Pow'r Titles without Estate	J
Souls without vigour Bodies without force	K
Hate without case Revenge without remorse	K
Dark mean Revenge Murder without defence	L
Jealousy without Love Sound without Sense	L
Mirth without Humour without Wit Grimace	M
Faith without Reason Gospel without Grace	B
Zeal without Knowledge without Nature Art	H
Men without Manhood Women without Heart	H
Half Men who dry and pithless are debarr'd	H
From Man's best joys no sooner made than marr'd	H
Half Men whom many a rich and noble Dame	F
To serve her lust and yet secure her fame	F
Keeps on high diet as We Capons feed	H
To glut our appetites at last decreed	H
Women who dance in postures so obscene	N
They might awaken shame in ARETINE	N
Who when retir'd from the day's piercing light	H
They celebrate the mysteries of night	H
Might make the Muses in a corner plac'd	H
To view their monstrous lusts deem SAPPHO chaste	H
These and a thousand follies rank as these	O
A thousand faults ten thousand Fools who please	O
Our pall'd and sickly taste ten thousand knaves	P
Who serve our foes as spies and us as slaves	P
Who by degrees and unperceiv'd prepare	Q
Our necks for chains which they already wear	Q
Madly we entertain at the expence	P
Of Fame of Virtue Taste and Common Sense	P
Nor stop we here the soft luxurious EAST	H
Where Man his soul degraded from the Beast	H
In nothing diff'rent but in shape we view	R
They walk on four legs and he walks on two	R
Attracts our eye and flowing from that source	P
Sins of the blackest character Sins worse	P
Than all her plagues which truly to unfold	H
Would make the best blood in my veins run cold	H
And strike all Manhood dead which but to name	F
Would call up in my cheeks the marks of shame	F
Sins if such Sins can be which shut out grace	P
Which for the guilty leave no hope no place	P
E'en in God's mercy Sins 'gainst Nature's plan	N
Possess the land at large and Man for Man	N
Burn in those fires which Hell alone could raise	P
To make him more than damn'd which in the days	P
Of punishment when guilt becomes her prey	C
With all her tortures she can scarce repay	C
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Be Grace shut out be Mercy deaf let God	H
With tenfold terrors arms that dreadful nod	H
Which speaks them lost and sentenc'd to despair	Q
Distending wide her jaws let Hell prepare	Q
For Those who thus offend amongst Mankind	H
A fire more fierce and tortures more refin'd	H
On Earth which groans beneath their monstrous weight	H
On Earth alas They meet a diff'rent fate	H
And whilst the laws false grace false mercy shewn	N
Are taught to wear a softness not their own	N
Men whom the Beasts would spurn should they appear	S
Amongst the honest herd find refuge here	T
	-
No longer by vain fear or shame controul'd	H
From long too long security grown bold	H
Mocking rebuke they brave it in our streets	P
And LUMLEY e'en at noon his mistress meets	P
So public in their crimes so daring grown	N
They almost take a pride to have them known	N
And each unnat'ral Villain scarce endures	P
To make a secret of his vile amours	P
Go where We will at ev'ry time and place	P
SODOM confronts and stares us in the face	P
They ply in public at our very doors	P
And take the bread from much more honest Whores	P
Those who are mean high Paramours secure	U
And the rich guilty screen the guilty poor	V
The Sin too proud to feel from Reason awe	W
And Those who practise it too great for Law	X
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Woman the pride and happiness of Man	N
Without whose soft endearments Nature's plan	N
Had been a blank and Life not worth a thought	H
Woman by all the Loves and Graces taught	H
With softest arts and sure tho' hidden skill	Y
To humanize and mould us to her will	Y
Woman with more than common grace form'd here	T
With the persuasive language of a tear	Q
To melt the rugged temper of our Isle	Z
Or win us to her purpose with a smile	Z
Woman by fate the quickest spur decreed	H
The fairest best reward of ev'ry deed	H
Which bears the stamp of hoinour at whose name	F
Our antient Heroes caught a quicker flame	F
And dar'd beyond belief whilst o'er the plain	N
Spurning the carcases of Princes slain	N
Confusion proudly strode whilst Horror blew	R
The fatal trump and Death stalk'd full in view	R
Woman is out of date a thing thrown by	A2
As having lost its use No more the Eye	A2
With female beauty caught in wild amaze	P
Gazes entranc'd and could for ever gaze	P
No more the Heart that seat where Love resides	P
Each breath drawn quick and short in fuller tides	P
Life posting thro' the veins each pulse on fire	B2
And the whole body tingling with desire	B2
Pants for those charms which Virtue might engage	C2
To break his vow and thaw the frost of age	C2
Bidding each trembling nerve each muscle strain	N
And giving pleasure which is almost pain	N
Women are kept for nothing but the breed	H
For pleasure we must have a GANYMEDE	H
A fine fresh HYLAS a delicious boy	D2
To serve our purposes of beastly joy	D2
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Fairest of Nymphs where ev're Nymph is fair	Q
Whom Nature form'd with more than common care	Q
With more than common care whom Art improv'd	H
And both declar'd most worthy to be lov'd	H
neglected wanders whilst a croud	H
Pursue and consecrate the steps	P
She hapless maid born in a wretched hour	B2
Wastes life's gay prime in vain like some fair flow'r	E2
Sweet in its scent and lively in its hue	R
Which withers on the stalk from whence it grew	R
And dies uncropp'd whilst He admir'd caress'd	H
Belov'd and ev'ry where a welcome guest	H
With Brutes of rank and fortune plays the Whore	F2
For this unnat'ral lust a Common Sew'r	E2
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Dine with APICIUS at his sumptuous board	H
Find all the world of dainties can afford	H
And yet so much distemper'd Spirits pall	G2
The sickly appetite amidst them all	H2
APICIUS finds no joy but whilst he carves	P
For ev'ry guest the Landlord sits and starves	P
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Whence flows this Sorrow then behind his chair	Q
Dids't Thou not see deck'd with a Solitaire	Q
Which on his bare breast glitt'ring play'd and grac'd	H
With nicest ornaments a Stripling plac'd	H
A Smooth Smug Stripling in life's fairest prime	A
Did'st Thou not mind too how from time to time	A
The monstrous Letcher tempted to despise	P
All other dainties thither turn'd his eyes	P
How he seem'd inly to reproach us all	H2
Who strove his fix'd attention to recall	H2
And how he wish'd e'en at the Time of grace	P
Like JANUS to have had a double face	P
His cause of grief behold in that fair Boy	D2
APICIUS dotes and CORYDON is coy	D2
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Vain and unthinking Stripling When the glass	P
Meets thy too curious eye and as You pass	P
Flatt'ring presents in smiles thy image there	Q
Why dost Thou bless the Gods who made Thee fair	Q
Blame their lage bounties and with reason blame	F
Curse curse thy beauty for it leads to shame	F
When thy hot Lord to work Thee to his end	H
Bids show'rs of gold into thy breast descend	H
Suspect his gifts nor the vile giver trust	H
They're baits f	I2

Charles Churchill

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