149:30,000@@@@@| 149:30,000[' ]| 149:30,001[' ]| <1681> 149:30,002[A ]| Of a great heroine I mean to$9$ tell 149:30,003[A ]| And by$4$ what just degrees her titles swell: 149:30,004[A ]| To$4$ Mrs%*Nelly grown from Cinder Nell. 149:30,005[A ]| Much did she suffer first on$4$ bulk and stage 149:30,006[A ]| From the black-guard and bullies of the Age; 149:30,007[A ]| Much more her growing virtue did sustain 149:30,008[A ]| While dear Charles*Hart and Buckhurst sued in$4$ vain. 149:30,009[A ]| In$4$ vain they sued; cursed be the envious tongue 149:30,010[A ]| That$6#1$ her undoubted chastity would wrong! 149:30,011[A ]| For$3$ should we Fame believe, we then might say 149:30,012[A ]| That$3$ thousands lay with her, as well as they. 149:30,013[A ]| But, Fame, thou liest, for$3$ her prophetic mind 149:30,014[A ]| Foresaw her greatness Fate had well designed, 149:30,015[A ]| And her ambition chose to$9$ be, before 149:30,016[A ]| A virtuous countess, an imperial whore. 149:30,017[A ]| Even in$4$ her native dirt her soul was high 149:30,018[A ]| And did at crowns and shining monarchs fly; 149:30,019[A ]| Even while she cinders raked, her swelling breast 149:30,020[A ]| With thoughts of glorious whoredom was possessed; 149:30,021[A ]| Still did she dream (nor could her birth withstand) 149:30,022[A ]| Of dandling sceptres in$4$ her dirty hand. 149:30,023[A ]| But first the basket her fair arm did suit, 149:30,024[A ]| Laden with pippins and Hesperian fruit; 149:30,025[A ]| This first step raised, to$4$ the wondering Pit she sold 149:30,026[A ]| The lovely fruit, smiling with streaks of gold. 149:30,027[A ]| Fate now for$4$ her did its whole force engage, 149:30,028[A ]| And from the Pit she is mounted to$4$ the stage; 149:30,029[A ]| There in$4$ full lustre did her glories shine 149:30,030[A ]| And, long eclipsed, spread forth their light divine: 149:30,031[A ]| There Hart's and Rowley's soul she did ensnare 149:30,032[A ]| And made a King the rival to$4$ a player. 149:30,033[A ]| The King overcomes, and to$4$ the royal bed 149:30,034[A ]| The dunghill's offspring is in$4$ triumph led; 149:30,035[A ]| Nor let the envious her first rags object 149:30,036[A ]| To$4$ her that$6#1$ is now in$4$ tawdry gayness decked: 149:30,037[A ]| Her merit does from this much greater show, 149:30,038[A ]| Mounting so$5#1$ high that$6#1$ took her rise so$5#1$ low. 149:30,039[A ]| Less famed that$6#2$ Nelly was, whose cuckold's rage 149:30,040[A ]| In$4$ ten years' wars did half the world engage. 149:30,041[A ]| She is now the darling strumpet of the crowd, 149:30,042[A ]| Forgets her state and talks to$4$ them aloud, 149:30,043[A ]| Lays by$5$ her greatness and descends to$9$ prate 149:30,044[A ]| With those above whom she is raised by$4$ wondrous fate; 149:30,045[A ]| True to$4$ the Protestant interest and cause, 149:30,046[A ]| True to$4$ the established government and laws, 149:30,047[A ]| The choice delight of the whole mobile 149:30,048[A ]| Scarce Monmouth's self is more beloved than she. 149:30,049[A ]| Was this the cause that$6#1$ did their quarrel move, 149:30,050[A ]| That$3$ both are rivals in$4$ the people's love? 149:30,051[A ]| No$7$! it was her matchless loyalty alone 149:30,052[A ]| That$6#1$ bid prince Perkin pack up$5$ and be gone: 149:30,053@w | Ill-bred thou art, 149:30,053[A ]| says prince. Nell does reply: 149:30,054@v | Was Mrs%*Barlow better bred than I? 149:30,055[A ]| Thus sneaked away the nephew, overcome, 149:30,056[A ]| By$4$ his aunt-in-law's severer wit struck dumb. 149:30,057[A ]| Her virtue, loyalty, wit, and noble mind, 149:30,058[A ]| In$4$ the foregoing doggerel you may find 149:30,059[A ]| Now for$4$ her piety, one touch, and then 149:30,060[A ]| To$4$ Rymer I will$1$ resign my muse and pen. 149:30,061[A ]| It was this that$6#1$ raised her charity so$5#1$ high 149:30,062[A ]| To$9$ visit those that$6#1$ did in$4$ durance lie: 149:30,063[A ]| From Oxford prisons many did she free, 149:30,064[A ]| There died her father and there gloried she, 149:30,065[A ]| In$4$ giving others life and liberty. 149:30,066[A ]| So$5#1$ pious a remembrance still she bore, 149:30,067[A ]| Even to$4$ the fetters that$6#1$ her father wore; 149:30,068[A ]| Nor was her mother's funeral less her care, 149:30,069[A ]| No$2$ cost, no$2$ velvet did the daughter spare: 149:30,070[A ]| Fine gilded scutcheons did the hearse enrich 149:30,071[A ]| To$9$ celebrate this martyr of the ditch, 149:30,072[A ]| Burnt brandy did in$4$ flaming brimmers flow, 149:30,073[A ]| Drunk at her funeral, while her well-pleased shade 149:30,074[A ]| Rejoiced even in$4$ the sober fields below 149:30,075[A ]| At all the drunkenness her death had made. 149:30,076[A ]| Was ever child with such a mother blessed? 149:30,077[A ]| Or ever mother such a child possessed? 149:30,078[A ]| Nor must her cousin be forgot, preferred 149:30,079[A ]| From many years' command in$4$ the black-guard 149:30,080[A ]| To$9$ be an ensign: 149:30,081[A ]| Whose tattered colours well do represent 149:30,082[A ]| His first estate in$4$ the ragged regiment. 149:30,083[A ]| Thus we in$4$ short have all the virtues seen 149:30,084[A ]| Of the incomparable Madam*Gwyn; 149:30,085[A ]| Nor wonder others are not with her shown: 149:30,086[A ]| She who$6#1$ no$2$ equal has must be alone. 149:30,000[' ]| 149:30,000[' ]|