A Catch on Midnight Cats

Ye cats that at midnight spit love at each other
Who best feel the pangs of a passionate lover,
I appeal to your scratches and tattered fur
If the business of love be no more than to pure

Old lady Grimalkin with gooseberry eyes,
When a kitten knew something for why she was wise,
You find by experience the love fit’s soon other,
Puss, puss last not long but turns to catwhore.

Men ride many miles, cats tread many tiles,
Both hazard, both hazard their necks in the fray,
Only cats if they fall from a house or a wall keep
Their feet, mount their tails, mount their tails and away