"Alas! your reverence, wanton thoughts I grant,
" Were once my motive, now the thoughts of want;
"Women, like me, as ducks in a decoy,
" Swim down a stream, and seem to swim in joy:
"Your sex pursue us, and our own disdain;
" Return is dreadful, and escape is vain.
"Would men forsake us, and would women strive
" To help the fall'n, their virtue might revive. "