Syren C⸺h, of luscious look,
Envied Pickle’s belly,
Tho’ she hugg’d a Cornish duke,
And her bravura K—y;
Thus do dukes and dollys meet,
Ye, Gods, how chaste this age is,
When horned husbands, in the suite,
Attend their wives as pages.
Lovely, lively, young, and fair,
M—a may-day blooming,