I.

I Suffer now, for the dear Sake
Of Two dainty Doxies at once
My Heart does, for Betty 's Love, ake,
For Jenny 's my Head, and my Bones;

II.

My Bleer-Eyes, for one of 'em, weep,
For t'other too, somewhat else does;
My Heart for one, cannot I keep,
For t'other, scarce can I my Nose;

III.

The first robs my Nights of my Rest,
The other, my Days of my Ease;
One steals still my Heart from my Breast,
My Money-Cod t'other will seize;

IV.

I, wasted in both Purses so,
Have neither of them at command;
Yet from the Dear Jades cannot go,
Tho' to them now, scarce can I stand;

V.

Whilst one of 'em squeezes my Purse,
The other does make me to squeeze;
Hands into my Pockets will force,
Whilst mine I force up to her Knees;

VI.

For either's Love thus I pay dear,
Still whether I pay, or am paid;
Yet less, what I spend on 'em, fear,
Than of what they give, am afraid.