Classic Poem

But say you, if each private Family
Doth not produce a perfect Pamela ;
Must ev'ry Female bear the Blame
Of one low private Strumpet's Shame?
See then a dignify'd Example,
And take from higher Life a Sample;
How Horns have sprouted on Heads Royal,
And Harry 's Wife hath been disloyal.
When she perceiv'd her Husband snoring,
Th' Imperial Strumpet went a Whoring:
Daring with private Rakes to solace,
She preferr'd Ch [ a ] rl [ e ] s Street to the Palace:
Went with a single Maid of Honour,
And with a Capuchin upon her,
Which hid her black and lovely Hairs;
At H [ aywoo ] d's softly stole up Stairs:
There at Receipt of custom sitting,
She boldly call'd herself the Kitten ;
Smil'd, and pretended to be needy,
And ask'd Men to come down the Ready .
But when for Fear of Justice' Warrants,
The Bawd dismiss'd her Whores on Errands,
She staid the last — then went, they say,
Unsatisfy'd, tho' tir'd, away.