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April 2,
1767. No. 118. |
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The MAIDS PETITION.
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WE,
the Maids of Q——c City,
(The Maids, good lack! the more’s the Pity,)
Do humbly offer this Petition
To represent our sad Condition,
Which once made known, our Hope and Trust is,
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That
Men of Parts will do us Justice.
Now you must know,—ah! can’t you guess
The subject of a Maid’s Distress;
(Plague on the Widows that compel us)
Thus to petition for young Fellows.
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But
we were saying, you must know,
(Tho’ blushing we declare our Woe,)
A Virgin was design’d by Nature,
A weakly and imperfect Creature,
So apt to fall, so apt to stray,
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Her
Wants require a Guide, a Stay.
And then so timorous of Sprites,
She dares not lie alone at Nights;
Say what she will, do what she can,
Her Heart still gravitates to Man;
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From
whence its evident as Light,
That Marriage is a Maiden’s Right;
And therefore ’tis prodigious hard
To be from such a Right debarr’d,
Yet we (pour Souls) can’t have the Freedom
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To
get good Men, howe’er we need ’m.
The Widows, Sirs! the rankest Goats
That e’er polluted Petticoats,
Those Plagues more odious than Small-pox,
Those Jades more subtil than a Fox,
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Still
cut us out, are still before us,
And leave no Lovers to adore us.
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April 30,
1767. No. 122. |
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Wir
hauen alle belte
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Gaefte |
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da hauen mir gar felten
hin.
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That
is: the Man that Built the Savoy Church for the Enjoyment of
an Apartment for life, was soon turn’d out with the loss of
his Expences on account of a base born Child, laid unto him,
not of his own; or to set it in Verse it may be thus: |
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We build all firm and
fast
and Yet are all strange Guest
there where to live for ever
we
seldom built or Never.
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