Bouts Rimés in Praise of Old Maids

Hail all ye ancient damsels fair or Brown,
Whose careless minutes dance away on Down,
No houshold cares your free enjoyments Saddle,
Thro' life's wide sea your lonely skiff you Paddle;
What tho' no lover seeks your heart to Steal,
Nor bells salute you with a noisy Peal,
Or nurse attends with caudle and with Cake
Too dearly bought when liberty's at Stake;
Yet shall you never mourn your husband Fickle
Or children cropt by death's untimely Sickle,
No hoyden romps shall your prim headdress Blouze,
No noisy sot your peaceful slumbers Rouze,
Slander against your fame shall find no Handle,
While stead of squalling brats dear Pug you Dandle.
In pleasure's free career you meet no Stop,
Greatly alone you stand without a Prop.
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