A POEM In a Letter from a young Lady in Mary's Parish, to a certain young Lady in Andrew's; for the Loss of her Maidenhead, being a warning to all her Sex.  
Pretty Maidens have a Care  
Maiden heads are slippery Ware  
If you chance them for to Sell  
Prize nothing less than two Bum Shells.  
MADAM,  
TO you I send these Lines  
In hopes that you'll set forth my Crimes,  
To guard our Sex from farther Ills  
Which follow them like little De'les,  
For I may self has led the Way  
And put my Virtue quite astray,  
Like Venus I'm a Beauty great  
And yet my Maiden-head's at Stake,  
Just as she has been before  
A little less than Common Whore,  
Which is a trade much practised now  
And I myself must sit as low,  
The Female Sex can scarce withstand  
Temptation of the Traitor Man,  
For they by their Deluding Arts  
Can bend the strongest Females Hearts,  
And thus you see I've been beguiled  
And now alas I prove with Child,  
By all my Arts I could not hid  
Yet Rue and— I have tried,  
Some I have tried stronger than those  
And still they do my Work oppose,  
Since it is so I'll put a trick  
On that ungrateful thing a P— k,  
For it my sorrows first begun  
And thus fair Lady sets the Sun.  
Your humble Servant RUS