Little’s Poems.
“Your mother says, my little Venus,
There’s something not correct between us,
And you’re in fault as well as I;
Now on my soul, my little Venus,
I think ’twould not be right between us,
To let your mother tell a lie.”
This is plagiarised from an old collection of English epigrams published in 1785:—
“The lying world says naughty words
Of you and I, my dearest love;