BY him we first are taught each vicious art, Each crime which can corrupt and spoil the heart. Is any female fond of dress, or play, (And where is one that is not?—you will say) Her fav’rite passion he will strive to please, And work into her folly by degrees; Like vermin in a building, undermine, ’Till the whole pile falls down—his whole design; Then leaves the ruin he himself has made, Without one spark of gratitude display’d. NO pitying eye beholds the hapless fair, She’s left to Death, Diseases, and Despair! Nature cries out, and hunger must be fed, She now must turn a prostitute for bread; Her name is blasted, friendless left, and poor, Tell me what can she do?—why be a =WHORE=. Lew’d scenes, and lew’d discourse, comes next in play; Deeds dark as night, asham’d to meet the day! Thus they proceed along, from bad to worse, Launch the broad oath! repeat the dreadful curse! ’Till, on a laystall, she resigns her breath, By all unpityed, to the arms of death! YET ev’ry one of feeling must deplore, That man, vile man, first made the wretch a =WHORE=! =FINIS=. TRANSCRIBER’S NOTE Some inconsistencies in spelling, hyphenation, and punctuation have been retained. This file uses _underscores_ to indicate italic text and =equals= to indicate gesperrt text (which was s p a c e d for emphasis in the original). p. 7: changed cant’t to can’t (If he can’t eat) p. 9: changed tanght to taught (lessons you’d been taught) p. 14: changed Goals to Gaols (Whips, Gaols, Diseases!)