Yours, &c.

THE

FIFTEEN P——­s

OF A

VIRGIN.

The first P——.

In these unhappy and more wretched Days,
Eclipsed with Debauchery and Plays! 
Virgins can scarce stir out, but some dull Fop,
Impertinently kind, her way will stop,
And almost force Her to some House of Sin,
Her Innocence and Virtue to draw in;
And if he can her Modesty invade,
Glad with her Spoils and Trophies of a Maid,
The Villain is the first that will complain
Her foul Dishonour, and polluted Shame.

The Second P——.

A Maid dispos’d to take the gentle Air,
And to Grays-Inn, or Temple-Walks repair;
No sooner enters she the Garden Gate,
Sits down, and thinks of going e’re ’tis late,
But some insipid Squire having spy’d her,
Takes Heart of Steel, and boldly squats beside her. 
He thus accosts her,—­Madam, Ah! by Gad
You’re wond’rous Fair; but Lady, why so sad?
Her Innocence he thinks will soon submit,
To all the swagg’ring Tyrants of his Wit;
But being strictly taught in Vertue’s School,
She does not only slight the prating Fool,
Contemn’d his Actions, and his feigned Tone,
But leaves the Lawyer strait to Curse alone.

The Third P——.

The Maid that’s Blessed with a beauteos Face,
A gentile Air, and as genteel a Grace;
On her some am’rous Beau soon casts his Eyes,
And to obtain the much admired Prize;
He fashionably dresses, struts, looks big,
Like John of Gaunt, and in a pond’rous Wig;
A subtle, sly, and cunning Ambuscade,
For her Virginity is quickly laid;
Of Love he tells a Thousand Fictious Tales,
Till over her Discretion Lust prevails,
But modest Maids, whose young and tender Hearts
Unwounded yet, have the scap’d fatal Darts;
Let the sad Fates of wanton Strumpets move,
And learn by them to shun unlawful Love: 
Thus Virgins, if you’ll Modesty embrace,
By making all Allurements give you place: 
Virtue a Sanctuary e’er shall be
Against the Quivers of Iniquity.

The Fourth P——.

A Maid of honest, but mean Parents Born,
These Times is only made the rich Man’s scorn,
Howe’er her Beauty tempting some young Spark
He takes her to the Playhouse and the Park,
Where he with many Imprecations vows,
His Fortune and his Life to her he owes;
But finding his Temptations are in vain,
Her Company in Wrath he do’s refrain;
Which at the first may touch her tender Heart,
And make her feel the force of Cupid’s Dart;
But Time and Absence Having made a Cure
Of that same Plague she could not first endure. 
She says, as now I’m well, recite not then
The Falshood and Deceit of Perjur’d Men,
Virtue retain’d, that Man I’ll ever slight,
Whom I cannot by Marriage claim my Right.