Miss J-n-k-ns

So thinks this offspring of delight and pleasure, and although not handsome, finds herself as much visited as many of her acquaintances that think themselves far her superior in personal perfections. She is lately come from Gloucestershire, is about twenty two, of a dark complexion, and very good eyes, one guinea is her price. Her figure is neat and clean, she is of a lively disposition, and this her favourite song.

The lady with diamonds and laces, By day may heighten her charms; But Joan, without any such graces, At night lies as warm in your arms. The night when her fable o’er-shades ye, Will veil all the pomp of the day; Then Joan is as good as my lady, And cats are all equally grey.