Epigram 113. Of Lupa

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten
Have lain with Lupa, and all lusty Men,
Such as their Boasts of strength in each place tell.
Yet none of them could make her Belly swell.
But Lupa vaunts of this; that she doth hate
Her Belly should confirm what Men do prate.
A slanderous tongue oft Innocence traduces;
But when the Belly tells, farewell Excuses.