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Tir’d (but not satisfy’d) with Man did come,

Drunk with abundant Lust, and reeling Home :

But thou, to our admiring Age dost sltowMore Sin than inn’cent Rome did ever know ;

And having all her LewdnelTes out ran,

Tak’stup with Devil, having tired Man;

For what else is that loathsome ugly Black,

Which you and Sujsex in your Arms did take ?

Nor does old Age, which now rides on so fast,

Make thee come short of all thy Lewdness past :

Tho’ on thy Head grey Hairs, like Ætna's Snow,Are shed, thou Fire and Brimstone art below.

Thou monst'rous Thing, in whom at once did rageThe Flames of Youth, and Impotence of Age.

My Lady Harcourt takes the second Place,

Proud with thy Favour, and peculiar Grace;

Ev’n she, with all her Piety and Zeal,

The hotter Flames that burn in thee, does feel.

Thou dost into her kindling Breast inspireThe lustful Seeds of thy contagious Fire :

So well the Spirit and the Flesh agree.

Lust and Devotion, Zeal and Letchery.

Of what important Use Religion’s made,

By those who wisely drive the cheating Trade,

As Wines prohibited, securely pass,

Changing the Name of their own native Place ;

So Vice grows safe, dress’d in Devotion’s Name,Unquestion’d by the Custom-House of Fame.Wherever too much Sanctity you see,

Be more suspicious of hid Villainy.

Whos’ever Zeal is than his Neighbour’s more;

If Matt, suspect him Rogue; if Woman, Whore :

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