Sat. V. 7ft* Universal Passim. mIn fair, and open dealing where’s the sliame?What nature dares to give, she dares to name.This honest fellow is sincere, and plain,

And justly gives the jealous husband pain.

(Vain is the task to Petticoats asllgn’d,

If wanton language shews a naked mind.)

And now and then, to grace her eloquence,

An oath supplies the vacancys of sense.

Hark! the stirill notes transpierce the yielding air,And teach the neighb’ring ecchos how to swear.By Jove, is faint, and for the simple swain;

She, on the christian System, is prophane.

But tho’ the volly rattles in your ear,

Believe her dress, she’s not a granadeer.

If thunder’s awful, how much more our dread,When Jove deputes a Lady in his stead?

A Lady ! pardon my mistaken pen,

A shameless woman is the worst of Men.

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