Epigram 69. An Epitaph on a Penitent Bawde

Here lies a good woman (to speak but the truth)
Who liv'd by her Tail all the days of her youth:
And when she was old, and none could endure her,
Stuck still to the Flesh, and became a Procurer:
Yet was at her death so full of Remorses,
That she cri'd a peccavi for all her lewd courses.