Nicholas Amhurst

"CLOE, dear JACK, that once victorious Name, CLOE, the Object of my raging Flame, Whom I did more than Life or Friendship prize, In Fleetstreet now a common strumpet plies, Turns up to ev’ry Puppy in the Town, And claps the Temple Rake for half a Crown."

"CLOE, as soon as she has plaid the Whore, Repents the Deed, and vows to do’t no more; With the next Man she meets, to cure her Pain, She breaks her Vow, repents, and vows again; Breaks it again, so yielding is the Dame, And does the next Day and the next the same; Or keep thy Vows, frail Nymph, or vow no more, Cease to repent, or cease to play the Whore. Plain Fornication is a venial Evil, But Perjury leads headlong to the Devil."