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 I still preserv'd my Maiden fame, In spight of Oaths and Lying; Tho' many a long chinn'd Youngster came, And fain would be enjoying: My Fan, to guard my Lips I kept, From Cupid's lewd o'errunner; And many a Roman Nose I rapp'd, When I was a Dame of Honour.

My Curling Locks I never bought Of Beggar's dirty Daughters; Nor prompted by a wanton thought, Above Knee ty'd my Garters; I never glow'd with Painted Pride, Like Punk when the Devil has won her: Nor prov'd a cheat to be a Bride, When I was a Dame of Honour.

My Neighbours still I treated round, And Strangers that come near me; The Poor too always Welcome found, Whose Prayers did still endear me; Let therefore who at Court would be, No Churl, nor yet no Fawner: Match in old Hospitality, Queen Besses Dame of Honour.