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----._