I.
How happy are we,
Who from Virtue are free,
That curbing Disease of the Mind,
Can indulge ev'ry Taste,
Love where we like best,
Not by dull Reputation confin'd.
II.
When were Young, fit to toy,
Gay Delights we enjoy,
And have Crouds of new Lovers wooing;
When were old and decay'd,
We procure for the Trade,
Still in ev'ry Age we are doing.
III.
If a Cully we meet,
We spend what we get
Ev'ry Day, for the next never think,
When we die, where we go,
We have no Sense to know,
For a Bawd always dies in drink.
Bett. [Aside to Shrimp.] Hark'e, Satan, where did you pick up this modest Youth; does he bleed?
Shr. Oh! abundantly.
Bett. That's well, dress him up, and send him to Will's Coffee-House and he'll soon grow impudent. [To Tott.] My dear, eat this Orange, and gi'me Half a Crown.
Tott. Half a Crown for an Orange! I can buy one in the Country for two Pence.