Is that hackney'd lewd jade in her senses, or not,
Who can ask me a brace of cool hundreds, and more?
Even she, who a nose truly filthy has got,
The wealth-wasting Mamurra's insatiable whore!

O ye kinsmen, who legally watch o'er the fair,
Call her friends, call physicians; the girl is insane!
Nor inquire of what sort is her phrenzy; I swear
'Tis the old one of whims, and strange freaks in the brain.