Classic Poem

From Paphos I'm flown, by my Mother's command,
To raise new Recruits for the Goddess 's Band.
 To Venus 's Standard the Sex I invite;
Our Pay's ready Mony; our Service Delight.
 Come, all ye gay Nymphs , who are blooming, and fair,
Leave your Blushes behind, to her Colours repair!
All you, who love Pleasure , and ha'nt wherewithal
To flirt at the Play , or to frisk at the Ball ;
All you, who by Parents , beyond the twelfth Year,
Are kept in Submission, vile Bondage, and Fear;
All you, who no Offers of Marriage have found,
And, like mellow Pippins must fall to the Ground;
All you, whose slow Lovers have promis'd, to wed,
And then from their Words with Dishonour have fled;
All you, whose old Spouses are gone to decay,
Grown jealous, or cross, or are out of the way;
Come, in your clean Linnen, and strip'd for the Fight
To H–y—d's, or W—d's any Hour of the Night!