The town's your choice — yet, charming fair,
Observe what ills attend you there.
Captains, that once admir'd your beauty,
Are kept by quality on duty;
Cits, for attoning alms disburse
A tester — templars, something worse:
My lord may take you to his bed,
But then he sends you back unpaid;
And all you gain from generous cully,
Must go to keep some Irish bully.
demands the tweezer case,
And  the gown and stays;
More mischiefs yet come crowding on,
Bridewell, — West Indies — and Sir John —
Then oh! to lewdness bid adieu,
And chastly live, confin'd to two.