Nor Dolls, nor Joans, nor wanton Nancies
Unless it was of Indians’ making;
And if ‘twas so, ‘twas wondrous taking.
This antick humour so prevailed,
Tho’ many ‘gainst it greatly railed,
‘Mongst all degrees of female kind
That nothing else could please their mind.
Tell ‘em the following of such fashion
Wou’d beggar and undo the nation
And ruin all our labouring poor