MANTVAN Englished, and paraphrased: OR, THE CHARACTER OF A Bad Woman.  MANT. ECL. 3. 
Foemineum servile genus crudele superbum.  

A Bad Woman! Heaven bless us, Sirs! Who dare  
Approach so near, to write her Character?  
Plagues own their Birth to her envenomed Breath;  
To see here's dangerous; to touch her, Death.  
All Torments, and all Ills, at first did grow  
From her, and thence (as from a Spring) still flow.  
He favoured her too much, that called her worse  
Than all th' Ingredients crammed into a Curse.  
The Bane of Mankind, Foe to Innocence,  
Firstborn of Hell, and Poisons Quintessence;  
Creations Blot, and Nature's greatest Disgrace,  
The Seven Deadly Sins drawn in One Face.  
A Sex for Servitude by Heaven designed,  
Yet the most proud and cruel of Humane kind:  
Bold, flattering, fond, disdainful, idle, vain,  
A double Tongue, false Heart, and giddy Brain;  
Inconstant, gadding, tattling, fimple, light,  
Composed of Rashness, Self-love, Fraud, and Spite;  
Revengeful, sullen, covetous, ambitious,  
Always complaining, envious, superstitious;  
Faithless, ungrateful, subtle, troublesome;  
Contentious with her Neighbours, more at Home:  
Who always lives in the Intemperate Zone;  
For Means and Measure she'll be ruled by none;  
But chilling Frost, or scorching Dog-days proves,  
Mortally hates, or else too fond loves.   

The Studies of her Youth are wanton Dances,  
Lascivious Songs, Plays, Masquerades, Romances;  
These antedate her guilty, and begin  
To debauch her long before she's ripe for Sin.  
She ne'er regards the Laws of Right and Just,  
But tramples all things to promote her Lust.  
The Wickedness her Strength to act denies,  
She by Deceit and Subtlety supplies.   

With seeming Modesty she baits her Hooks,  
Consults her Glass to frame enticing Looks,  
Lisps, minces, simpers, and instructs her Eyes  
What Glances are most charming, to surprise:  
Her Face (as Tavern-Bush) bedecked with Toys,  
Our easy Youth into her Toil decoys:  
Her Curls, like Streamers waving, seem to court  
Each sprightly Combatant to storm the Fort;  
Whilst naked panting Breasts too plainly show  
Th' insatiate Thirst that she endures below.  

And though in Single Life she oft be naught,  
Yet when at length some doting Fop sh' hath caught,  
And into wretched Noose of Wedlock brought,   
By Midwife-Rules she boldly goes to Bed,  
And on the Novice pawns a Maidenhead:  
Who starts next Morn to see her in his Arms;  
She's perfect Hag, when stripped of Arts gay Charms;  
The painted Roses of her Cheeks are dropped,  
Hunch-back's discovered, with Pads underpropt;  
He's forced with strong Perfumes to guard his Nose  
From poisonous Whiffs of Breath, Armpits, and Toes.   

Ah cursed Love! well art thou feigned Blind.  
His mistakes no less fatal in her Mind.  
Handsome, she proves a Wench; Deformed, a Witch;  
If Poor, she makes him Beggar; Slave, if Rich:  
Or if sh' affects the Name of Virtuous Woman,  
(That's one who sins but seldom, is not Common)  
She then takes privilege, and thinks she may  
Justly rant, domineer, and disobey.   

Her Husband soon into Consumption cast:  
(For Back and Purse do both together waste.)  
Whiles to allay, not quench her wanton Fires,  
Sometimes she Dildo's, sometime Stallion hires.  
Fine Clothes, new Fashions, Gossipping, rich Fare,  
And sturdy Gallants, take up all her Care.  
Honour she counts an empty term, no tye;  
Her Zeal's Pretence; her Study, Vanity;  
Her Beauty, Paint; her Wit, Bawdry refined;  
Her Kisses, Baits; her Love, a Snare designed;  
Her Soul (if she have one) so foul and base,  
Hell's half ashamed itself t'afford it place.   

But hold; enough. Let none be angry here,  
And think our Pen too sharp a Nib doth bear:  
All this of a Bad Woman's understood:  
But prithee (Reader) show me One that's Good.   
FINIS.