‘On joy and pleasure let my wishes feed;
‘And when that I’ve been cloy’d with love like her,
‘Pray’rs, and a Nunnery, I may prefer.’
Was not the Virgin, tell me sisters pure,
Within her mind a HARLOT?—Certain sure.
Such, in our boarding-schools, we often find,
Where, to improve their morals, they’re design’d:
Yet Lewdness, there, is found among the train,
And Virtue faintly does her rights maintain;
The Dancing-Master, and the Frizeur too,