}
{ You might damn this, if it were worth your pains;
{ Here's nothing you will like; no fustian scenes,
{ And nothing too of—you know what he means.
No double entendres, which you sparks allow,
To make the ladies look they know not how;
Simply as 'twere, and knowing both together,
Seeming to fan their faces in cold weather.
But here's a story, which no books relate,
Coin'd from our own old poet's addle-pate.