Thou Plague to Churches, and to Women too,
'Tis time for either, to have done with you:
No more attempt, Heavens Laws for to confute,
No more advise Mankind, to be a Bruite;
_But spend they Days in some dark, lonesome Cave,
And to thy bruitish Lust be still a Slave._
Go sneak in some vile Corner of the Earth,
With Pox and Plagues, resign thy poisonous Breath,
And may the worst of Torturs be thy Death.


_FINIS._




THE Ladies Choice:
A POEM.


LONDON

Printed, and Sold by _J. How_, and _B. Bragg_, at the _Blew-Ball_
in _Avemary-Lane_, next _Ludgate-Street_, 1702.




THE LADIES CHOICE.