Upon Lucy. Epig.

Doll, she so soon began the wanton trade,
She ne'er remembers that she was a maid.

Ursley, she thinks those velvet patches grace
The candid temples of her comely face;
But he will say, whoe'er those circlets seeth,
They be but signs of Ursley's hollow teeth.

Linnet plays rarely on the lute, we know;
And sweetly sings, but yet his breath says no.

Luggs, by the condemnation of the Bench,
Was lately whipt for lying with a wench.
Thus pains and pleasures turn by turn succeed:
He smarts at last who does not first take heed.

Lulls swears he is all heart; but you'll suppose
By his proboscis that he is all nose.

My Lucia in the dew did go,
And prettily bedabbled so,
Her clothes held up, she showed withal
Her decent legs, clean, long, and small.
I follow'd after to descry
Part of the nak'd sincerity;
But still the envious scene between
Denied the mask I would have seen.