Classic Poem

Un der this Marble Peggy lies,
Who did so often spread her Thighs,
And made Philander 's Courage rise.

This Morsel of delicious Lust,
That kiss'd with so sincere a Gust,
Is now resolv'd to common Dust.

Her Hands (forgive me if I am blunt)
Will now no more, as they were wont
Pilot Loves Sailors to her — —

Her Limbs, that us'd to move so nice,
And taste Love's Pleasures in a trice,
Are now, alas! as cold as Ice.

To tell the Truth, as short as can be,
She kill'd her self with drinking Brandy,
And all for her dear Jack-a-Dandy.

Thus did our charming Nymph expire,
According to her Heart's Desire,
And as she liv'd, she dy'd by Fire.

Hector, my Boy, of thee I beg
Not to forget the illustrious Peg ,
But o'er her Tomb lift up thy Leg.

Then piss such Deluges of Rain,
In so exuberant a Strain,
As shall o'erflow the World again.

This Tribute's to her Ashes due,
Whose Loss ten thousand Youths will rue;
And so, immortal Peg , adieu.