Tell me, ye Nymphs upon the Plains?
Why does Sylvia leave the Green?
Has she done any Thing obscene?
They all reply’d, Your Sylvia’s gone;
For she will do’t with ev’ry one.
From the Red Lyon at Egham.
She that thinks upon her Honour,
Needs no other Guard upon her.
Underwritten.
She that has a Man upon her,