Do you not sometimes whore to mend the breed?
Necessity, with you, can have no claim;
Wants you have none—unless you know that same;
Your spouse, perhaps, lies snoring all the night,
While you are wishing for the soft delight.
Is impotence the case?—he OLD, you YOUNG,
Weak in his back, while you are stout and strong;
If he can’t eat, pray why should you be starv’d?
The craving Womb of Nature must be serv’d.
This Newton knew, and like a cunning elf,