An appeal to cats in the business of love

Ye cats that at midnighte spit love at each other,

Who best feel the pangs of a passionate lover.

I appeal to your scratches and your tattered fur,

If the business of Love be no more than to purr.

Old Lady Gimalkin with her gooseberry eyes,

Knew something when a kitten, for why she is wise;

You find by experiences, the love-fit's soon o'er.

Puss! Puss!

lasts not long, but turns to

Cat-whore!