An _Old Man_ resolv’d to give over _Whoring_.
There was an _Old Tost_, that in the very State of Impotence had still
a _Whore_ in the _Head_ of him. His Ghostly Father took Notice of it,
and Ply’d him Hard with Wholesome Advice, upon the Subject of the Lusts
of the Flesh. This Reverend Fornicator thank’d him most Heartily for
his Kind and Christian Councel, and by the Grace of Heaven, says he,
I’ll Follow it; For to tell ye the Plain Truth on’t, I am told that ’tis
Naught for me; and really, my Body is quite out of Tune for Those Gambols.
The MORAL.
_When Things are at the Worst they’ll Mend._