LADY, sweet, now do not frown, | |
| Nor in Anger call me Clown, | |
| For your servant Joan may prove, | |
| Like your self, as deep in Love; | |
| And as absolute a Bit, | 5 |
| Man’s sweet liquorish Tooth to fit. | |
| The Smock alone the difference makes, | |
| ’Cause yours is spun of finer Flax. | |
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| What avails the Name of Madam? | |
| Came not all from Father Adam? | 10 |
| Where does one exceed the other? | |
| Was not Eve our common Mother? | |
| Then what odds ’twixt you and Joan? | |
| Truly in my Judgment, none. | |
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| Ladies are but Blood and Bone, | 15 |
| Skin and Sinews, so is Joan. | |
| Joan’s a Piece for a man to bore, | |
| With his Wimble, your’s no more. | |
| Then what odds ’twixt you and Joan? | |
| Truly in my Judgment, none. | 20 |
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| It is not your flaunting Tires, | |
| Are the cause of Men’s Desires; | |
| They’re other Darts which Lusts pursue, | |
| Those Joan has as well as you. | |
| Then what odds ’twixt you and Joan? | 25 |
| Truly in my Judgment, none. | |
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| What care we for Glorious Lights, | |
| Women are used in the Nights; | |
| And in Night in Women-kind, | |
| Kings and Clowns like Sport do find. | 30 |
| Then what odds ’twixt you and Joan? | |
| Truly in my Judgment, none. | |
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| Where there two in Bed together, | |
| There’s no a Pin to chuse ’twixt either; | |
| Both have Eyes, and both have Lips; | 35 |
| Both have Thighs and both have Hips. | |
| Then what odds ’twixt you and Joan? | |
| Truly in my Judgment, none. | |
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| When your Hand puts out the Candle, | |
| And you at last begin to handle, | 40 |
| Then you go about to do | |
| What you should be done unto. | |
| Then what odds ’twixt you and Joan? | |
| Truly in my Judgment, none. | |
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| Who can but in Conscience say, | 45 |
| Fie, fie, for shame away, away, | |
| Putting Finger in the Eye, | |
| Till you have a fresh Supply. | |
| When what odds ’twixt you and Joan? | |
| Truly in my Judgment, none. | 50 |
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