What is prudery?
‘Tis a bledam,
Seen with wit and beauty seldom.
‘Tis a fear that starts at shadows.
Tis, (no, ’tisn’t) like Miss Meadows.
‘Tis a virgin hard of feature,
Old, and void of all good-nature;
Lean and fretful; would seem wise;
Yet plays the fool before she dies.
‘Tis an ugly, envious shrew,
That rails at dear Lepell and you.