So every dapper Fop and brawny Rake
Will Tickets to their Ladies Presents make;
To Sin, the only certain Dedication,
To every gentle Mistress in the Nation,
From Suburb Whore, to ranting Dame of Fashion;
For none's so niece as to refuse the Suit,
But grasps the Tree tho' 'tis forbidden Fruit.
Near where the Thames in pleasant Windings runs,
Near where the famous Glass-house fiercely burns,
(Which to the Love of poor desponding Swains,