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A Gentleman lately walking in the Strand, was followed by a lusty begger, who crav'd his benevolence, he told him he'd give him nothing; still he urg'd him he bid him be gone, and trouble him no more: then he importun'd him the more. Sirrah, says he, you Rogue, I'll not give you a Farthing. Pray Sir, says the Fel∣low, let me speak but one word to you; What's that? says he, That your Wor∣ship would but procure me a Whore. Why you Rogue, says he, do I look like
a Pandar? No Sir, he said, but there's a Wise Man has said, that a Whore will bring a Man to a Morsel of Bread, which I should be glad of; for I profess Sir, I have seen none these three days. Which conceit of his procur'd him a Shilling, and then the Gentleman went away. Well, says the Fellow, I see that a Whore has a great Influence upon some Men, when but the Name of a Whore has now got me a Shil∣ling: I did love them pretty well formerly, but now I shall love 'em the better as long as I live.