The gaudy Pageantry she did much admire,
And their loose Courtship set her Heart on fire
To bear a Part, tho' hopeless her desire.
Returning home, her state she 'gan compare
With what sh'ad seen, and ready to despair,
An unknown Hand Relief to her did bring.
'I saw you, Sweet, say'd one, in Hide-Park-Ring,
'In a vile Hackny, with a Bag of Hay,
'And Figures at its Tale: If me y' obey,
'There's not a Gaz'd-at Piece in all the Town,
'Shall equal you in Glory and Renown.
She had no strength 'gainst such a Powerful Spell,
But closed streight, and bid no one farewell.
Er'e many Days did pass, the Country Girl
Was richly Coach't, set by a bare-head Earl.
Her flaunting Gallantry you might see a-far,
Whore now her self, a Wonder, and a Star.