Song

Quoth the Duchess of Cleveland to counselor Knight,"I'd fain have a prick, knew I how to come by't.

I desire you'll be secret and give your advice:

Though c*** be not coy, reputation is nice."

"To some cellar in Sodom Your Grace must retire

Where porters with black-pots sit round a coal fire;

There open your case, and Your Grace cannot fail

Of a dozen of pricks for a dozen of ale."

"Is't so?" quoth the Duchess. "Aye, by God!" quoth the whore.

"Then give me the key that unlocks the back door,

For I'd rather be f***** by porters and carmen

Than thus be abused by Churchill and Jermyn."