And point to your sisters and wives!—
Because they simper 'Not nice, my dear;'—
As if they had ne'er in their lives
Been stitched, stitched, stitched,
Each prude in her own tight skirt,
And wouldn't have been, without a blush,
Had she had the chance—a Flirt!
"And why do I talk of a blush?
Have I much of Modesty known?
Why, no. Though, at times, her crimson cheek