Classic Poem

Let Ancients boast no more
Their lewd Imperial Whore
Whose everlasting Lust
Surviv'd her Body's latest thrust,
And when that Transitory dust
Had no more vigour left in Store
Was still as fresh and active as before.

When shee had jaded quite
Her allmost boundless Appetite,
Cloy'd with the choicest Banquetts of delight,
She'l still drudge on in Tastless vice
As if shee sinn'd for Exercise
Disabling stoutest Stallions ev'ry hour,
And when they can perform no more
She'l rail at 'em and kick 'em out of door.

Monmouth and Candish droop
As first did Henningham and Scroop
Nay Scabby Ned looks thinn and pale
And sturdy Frank himself begins to fail
But Woe betide him if he does
She'l sett her Jocky on his Toes
And he shall end the Quarell without Blows ...