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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T131163 K104099.004 Dodsley, Robert, 1703-1764. A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands. Vol. IV. London printed by J. Hughs, for R. and J. Dodsley 1763 [1st ed. 1758] p. 328. 6v.: music; 8⁰.

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The HEROINES , or Modern Memoirs , By the Same . IN ancient times , some hundred winters past , When British dames , for conscience sake , were chaste , If some frail nymph , by youthful passion sway'd , From virtue's paths unhappily had stray'd : When banish'd reason re-assum'd her place , The conscious wretch bewail'd her foul disgrace ; Fled from the world , and pass'd her joyless years In decent solitude and pious tears ; Veil'd in some convent made her peace with heaven , And almost hop'd — by Prudes to be forgiven . Not so of modern wh—res th' illustrious train , Renown'd Constantia , P—ton and V—ne ; Grown old in sin , and dead to amorous joy , No acts of penance their great souls employ . Without a blush behold each nymph advance , The luscious Heroine of her own romance . Each harlot triumphs in her loss of fame , And boldly prints and publishes her shame .