Classic Poem

By all Loves soft, yet mighty Pow'rs ,
 It is a thing unfit,
That Men shou'd Fuck in time of Flow'rs ,
 Or when the Smock's beshit.

Fair nasty Nymph , be clean and kind,
 And all my joys restore;
By using Paper still behind,
 And Spunges for before.

My spotless Flames can ne're decay,
 If after ev'ry close,
My smoaking Prick escape the Fray ,
 Without a Bloody Nose ;

If thou wou'dst have me true, be wise,
 And take to cleanly sinning;
None but fresh Lovers Pricks can rise,
 At Phillis in foul linnen.