There is a bawd renown'd in Venus' wars,Aud dreadful still with honorable scars;Her youth and beauty, craft and guile supply,Sworn foe to all degrees of chastity.Dypsas, who first taught love-sick maids the wayTo cheat the bridegroom on the wedding-day,And then a hundred subtle tricks devis'd,Wherewith the am'rous theft might be disguis'd;Of herbs and spells she tries the guilty force,The poison of a mare that goes to horse.Cleaving the midnight air upon a switch,Some for a bawd, most take her for a witch.Each morning sees her reeling to her bed,Her native blue o'ercome with drunken red:Her ready tongue ne'er wants a useful lie,