The Humble Petition of the Letter W
to the Inhabitants of London.
Whereas by you I have been hurled
From the first station in the world,
Condemned in vice to find a place,
And with the vulgar show my face;
I humbly ask to be restored,
In all that’s proper, to a word.
But what I most complain of now,
Is that the women cut me so;
When any girl becomes a wife,