Here you will find the Poem A Beavy Of The Fair & Gay of poet Thomas Parnell
A Beavy of the fair & Gay, Such as are daily Smoakt in tea, & toasted over wine, Vext to be made so long the Jeast Of tongues & pens, to go in quest Of reputation Joyn. To K---d's house they first repair, But scarce find any footsteps there, to keep them off cold scent; Long had she fled his slavery, Her gallants stabbd him first, & she Woud bury him in paint. To O---y's they next advance, But he was vanishd on a glance to Make some conquest shott; One who so many loves as she, & one who loves fooles company, Must love for you know what. Of T---n newes in vain they sought, Scarce M---ws covets to be thought So ignorant in dressing; For scandall had like Cr---fts appeard, He urgd his suit, the God retird, & left the Nymph unlacing. No longer on your search remain, For since your labour must be vain, What need you make it long: Believe me fairs, that every one preserves him for her self alone, Upon her proper tongue.