Where, for her folly, she is doom’d to smart.
Whips, Gaols, Diseases! all the WHORE assail,
And yet, I fancy, WHORES will never fail.
What is the reason WHORES are so in vogue?
Why, faith, to gain a true one, ask each Rogue.
The very Priest, who dares so much decry,
And holds his doctrine up so very high,
Will, from the pulpit, cast a side-long glance,
To damn the tenets which he dares advance;
And e’er, perhaps, he goes to evening pray’r,