A merchant of Genoa leaving wife at home;
Kiss'd a little whore, in the town of Rome;
"You, my dear;" said he, "tried full many a nation,
Then say who had the longest tool of generation?"

Said the merry girl, "Oh, that's soon decided,
You, who cross the sea, are the best provided;
What a length of tail, though the seas you roam,
Your spouses never fail, to bear you babes at home!"