Thus single Sots, who Wedlock vainly slight, Are Slaves to Lust both Morning, Noon and Night Ruin their Health, their Honour and Estate, And buy Repentance at a curssed rate: While lawful Weded Couples spend their times, In happy charming Pleasures without Crimes, What greater Bliss, or Comfort in this Life, Can Man desire, but with a vertuous Wife: I'le with a Wife in lawful Wedlock sport, While you in Woods with Beastes of Prey resort: Your bawdy Books, your silent Consort be, While happy Man and Wife in Love agree, And both unite in mutual Harmonie. _Sodom_ for Sins like thine, by Fire was burn'd, And from a City to a Lake was turn'd; They Wedlock scornd, and Lust they made a Feast, And far out did the senceless Savage Beast, Even so, the shamless loathsom single Elff, Worse than the Beast makes _Sodom_ of himself; And then to lessen those his hateful Crimes, He Rails at Wedlock in confused Rhimes, Calls Woman Faithless, 'cause she woun't consent, To humour what his Brutish Thoughts invent; No wonder then, if with his poisonous Breath, He strives to Blacken the Brightest thing on Earth: Woman! by Heaven her very Name's a charm, And will my Verse against all Criticks Arm; She Comforts Man in all his Sweats and Toils, And richly pays his Pains, with Love and Smiles. 'Tis Woman makes the ravish'd Poet write; 'Tis lovly Woman makes the Souldier Fight: Should that soft Sex refuse the World to bless, 'Twould soon be turn'd into a Wilderness. A cursed Crow'd without all civil Rules, A Herd of Drinking, Cheating, Fighting Fools; Confusion, Madness would or'e spread the Stage, And Man would be Destroy'd in one short Age; Here Man must own, tho scarce without a Blush, They rather do excel than Equal us; As useful and more nimble are their Powers, Their Judgments sharp, and sooner ripe than ours: Yet foul Mouth'd Scribler, makes a publick Scorn, On whom our great Redeemer he was Born; But Sir! the Bays, they are so much their due; They'l wear, inspite of impudence and you; You are so hateful cruel and unjust, To Load that Sex, with ugly brand of Lust: _Those whome deserved Slights and losses vex, Invent new Sins, and throw 'em on that Sex; Whose thrifty wickedness the Sex forsakes, He on these beauteous Fields a_ Sodom _makes: He ne're assaults but where the Walls are slight, True Bullies will with none but Cowards fight. A vertuous Woman values fame too high, } To let such Beastly Slaves her Walls come nigh, } And that's the cause, he's now her Enemy: } When the White flag you see by them hung out. You then are wonderous daring bold and stout, When once you but discover those within, By their faint fire, have a low magazine. A slender stock of Chastity in store, } Your Oathes and Curses then like Cannon roar } You Devil like; cry out a Whore, a Whore; } But if a vertuous Wife you tempt in vain, Who doth resist you with deserv'd disdain: And forc'd to leave her with dispair and shame, }