Classic Poem

But what, shall we doe with our Wives,
 That fisk up and down the Town?
And one is for Bowles ,
And t'other for Knowles ,
 But all against Cox and Brown?
They cheat us all with their looks,
 And snivell and snot by roate!
And nothing but sqeak,
For Venner and Feake ,
 And for a Lac'd Morning-Coat,
  For such a Bell-dam,
  Sayes Sylas and Sam ,
   Let's have an Italian Lock!
  No, no! It's far better,
  Quoth Robin and Peter ,
   To take 'um all down ith' Dock;
    But that will not do, sayes Nump ,
Then nothing, sayes Roger and Raph!
    Let's lay 'um, sayes Nat , and splay 'um, sayes Wat ,
And then we shall make 'um safe.

But, Faith , y'are all out oth' way!
 The Sisters have such a Trick!
No Instrument will
Seclude 'um from ill,
 But still against P——'s, they'l kick.
What shall we do then? quoth Hall ,
 Let's cope up their Lecherie!
Sayes Rowland we may,
Be Masters, that way.
 But will not last long, quoth The .
  What shall we do then,
  Quoth Cutbert and Ben .
   Let's do 'um like men, quoth Dan ,
  Let's fill up their Chincks,
  Sayes Mystical Sphynx .
   Quoth Taffie , then I'm your man!
    And I am as cut, quoth Cad ,
And Shenkin, Me vat-a-whe .
     Ap Howel , It's true, and Morgan & Hugh
YCambrie, Dieu, Dalth-a-whe.