Old maids, in Vengeance to their slighted Beauty,
Shall one Day make you wish you'd done your Duty;
Thro' H--ll they drag ye on most aukward Shapes,
Yoak'd in their Apron-Strings, and led for Apes.
Written under a Couple of paultry Verses, in a Woman's Hand.
Immodest Words admit of no Defence;
For Want of Decency is want of Sense.
Eaton, on a Window.
A Discourse by Numbers and Figures.
When I came to V,