prove;

Nor M——k, nor will Dolly come;

Nor Sukey with her thumping B--m;

Nor Molly with her flaring Eyes;

Nor Nancy with her bouncing Thighs:

If one don't come, my Curse is this,

That they may never sh--t nor p--ss.

Six in the Morning, R. R. of Oxford.

Three-Pigeons, Brentford, upon a Drinking-Glass.

Dear charming lovely Nancy L——r,

Thou art my only Toast, I swear.

T. T. from Coventry, Feb. 13. 1716.

On another at the same Place.

My dearest Sukey Percivall,

Is all my Toast, and that is all.

Captain F——l, July 4. 1716.

Red-Lion, at Southwell, in a Window.

Clarinda lay here

With a young Cavalier;

With her Heart full of Fear,

For her Husband was near.

L. L. Feb. 2. 1728.

Written under.

'Tis very true; for we saw Rem-in-Re through the Key-Hole.

S. M. J. M. R. H,

Feb. 3. 1728.

Written under.

If the Husband had come,

And had seen his Wife's B--m,

He'd a known by her Looks,

She'd been playing ——

At Hoy Gammer Cooks.

S. B. March 3. 1728.

Windsor, the White-Hart, in a Window.

Now is my latest Guinea chang'd,

And gone where it was used to range:

When that was broke, it broke my Heart;

For now for ever we must part,

Unless I boldly meet it on the Road,

And bid the Porter give it me, by G-d.

And so I'll do;

Tom. Stout

Will see it out, Feb. 2.

Underwritten.

Win it and take it, says Captain Hector: I defy the bold Robber; and I have an hundred Guineas that I shall travel with to-morrow.

Feb. 16.

At the Cardinal's-Cap In Windsor, on a Window.

 

J. F. is fifteen, and so charming her Mien,

Her Eyes are like Brilliants, her Looks are serene,

And one Kiss from her Lips is worth ten from a Queen.

Tom. Fool, 1726.

At the same Place, on the Wall.

Never had Mortal greater Wit

Than I who ever wanted it;

But now my Wants have made me scrawl,

And rhyme and write the Devil and all.

J. Forbes, 1720.

On a Summer-House near Farnham in Surrey.

I,   C,   U,   B

Y Y for me.

J. S.

The Reading of it is supposed to be, viz.

I see you be

Too wise for me.

Star-Inn, Coventry.

 

Tell me where is Fancy bred?

In the Heart, or in the Head?

How begot, how nourished?

ANSWER,

Had not Celia come this Way,

My Heart would be my own this Day,

Fancy's engendered in the Eyes,

With gazing fed; and Fancy dies

In the same Cradle where it lies;

For she's a Wh-re, and I despise.

R. L. 1710.

At the Leg-Tavern, Fleet-Street. We suppose an Attempt to put the Lives of Adam and Eve, and their Sons, into Verse.

Mr. Adam he was, the first Man alive,

And he married a fine young Gentlewoman, call'd Mrs. Eve.

And Mr. Adam and Mrs. Eve, between them twain

Got a pretty little Boy, called Master Cain.

At the Catherine-Wheel at Henley.

Clelia's Epitaph, who was slander'd to Death.

Death, to vindicate her Wrongs,

Gives her Fame which never dies;

So the Life that died with Shame,

Lives in Death with glorious Fame.

R. S. Oct. 17. 1708.

At the same Place.

Three Bottles of Burgundy, and a brisk Lass,

With a thousand of Grigs, should it e'er come to pass,

Would make me behave my self just like an Ass.

L. M. of Oxon, 1709.

From the Temple Bog-House.

No Hero looks so fierce in Fight,

As does the Man who strains to sh-te.

From the Crown at Basingstoke, which was, in Ben Johnson's Time, the Sign of the Angel, and then inhabited by Mrs. Hope, and her Daughter Prudence. As Tradition informs us, Ben Johnson was acquainted with the House; and in some Time, when he found strange People there, and the Sign changed, he wrote the following Lines.

When Hope and Prudence kept this House,

The Angel kept the Door;

Now Hope is dead,

And the Angel fled,

And Prudence turn'd a Whore.

From the Bear at Oxford, by a Gentleman who had been affronted at the Angel.

They are all Bears at the Angel,

And all Angels at the Bear.

N.B. There are very pretty Girls at the Bear.

1710. N. R.

In a Boghouse at Richmond.

To preserve our good Health,

Let us let a good F---t;

It is better than Wealth,

It will comfort your Heart:

And when you have done,

With the Crack of your B--m,

Bend your Knees,

And then squeeze,

And something will come,

You'll be better, tho' it's not so big as your Thumb.

G. S. 1716.

Crown at Basingstoke.

Says Nan B——ch to Sir John, you're a scandalous Villain;

D'ye think I would do what I did for a Shilling?

In good Truth, says Sir John, when I find a Girl willing.

Let her take what she finds, and give Willing for Willing.

 

But if you insist upon Money for that,

I need not speak plainer, you know what is what,

I shall always look on you as a money-wise Cat.

I. E. July 17. 1713.

Beaconsfield in a Window. I forgot the Sign.

Blow me a Kiss, says a Nymph to her Swain,

And when I have got it, I'll give it again.

The Swain had been working, as sometimes Men do,

Till he'd hardly got Breath for to buckle his Shoe;

But turning around, he let a great F---t,

And blow'd her a Kiss according to Art.

B. R. 1715.

At the Swan at Chelsea, in a Summer-House Window.

Jenny demure, with prudish Looks,

Turns up her Eyes, and rails at naughty Folks;

But in a private Room, turns up her lech'rous Tail,

And kisses till she's in for Cakes and Ale.

L. M. July 17. 1727.