Quoth the Duchess of Cleveland to counselor Knight,"I'd fain have a prick, knew I how to come by't.
I desire you'll be secret and give your advice:
Though c*** be not coy, reputation is nice.""To some cellar in Sodom Your Grace must
Where porters with black-pots sit round a coal fire;
There open your case, and Your Grace cannot
Of a dozen of pricks for a dozen of ale.""Is't so?" quoth the Duchess. "Aye, by God!" quoth the whore."Then give me the key that unlocks the back door,
For I'd rather be f***** by porters and
Than thus be abused by Churchill and Jermyn."
