Mitre, Hampton, 1708.

Celia, the Joy of all my Parts,

I kiss'd, and broke ten thousand Hearts:

There's ne'er a Man the Girl will see,

But dearest, dearest, dearest me.

I. H. Esq; I can boast,

The greatest Conquest o'er the greatest Toast.

Underwritten.

 

Proud Puppy, who pretend'st to find,

A Woman with a constant Mind,

Surely denotes that Love is blind.

For I have kiss'd her myself,

Or else I'm an Elf,

R. C. Fellow-Commoner, Oxon.

Spinham-Land; in a Window.

 

Sir John at this Place

Kiss'd her Grace,

Which he proved Face to Face

C. W. April 14. 1710.

Underwritten.

While this was a-doing,

Her Maid I was wooing:

She did like her Lady,

But made me a Daddy.

J. W. April 12. 1711.

Hampton-Court, at the Mitre, 1718.

 

How have I strove to gain the Fair?

And yet how little does she care?

But leaves me starving with Despair.

'Tis now full Eight, I fear her Spouse

Has given her a Rendezvous.

Those five Lines were crossed out; but then follows:

D---mn the first Lines, they are not mine,

T'abuse a Lady so divine;

Altho' I waited for her Hours,

I have enjoy'd her lovely Powers,

Her Wit, her Beauty, and her Sense,

Have fully made me Recompence.

Captain R. T. July 10. 1710.

Underwritten.

Friend Captain T,

If thou can'st C,

Mind what I have to say to thee,

Thy Strumpet Wh--re abominable,

Which thou didst kiss upon a Table,

Has made thy manly Parts unable.

Farewel, &c. Z. B.

Toy, at Hampton-Court, 1708.

D--n Molley H——ns for her Pride,

She'll suffer none but Lords to ride:

But why the Devil should I care,

Since I can find another Mare?

L. M. August.

Star-Inn at Coventry, in a Window.

Letter to Will S---rs, Esq;

Dear Will,

I ever will

Be at your will,

Whene'er you will,

And where you will;

So that your Will

Be Good-Will,

I never will

Dispute your Will;

But give you Will

For Will.

At this Time,

At all Times,

Or any Time,

But such Times

As bad Times:

For Lemon Thyme,

Or Common Time,

Or Tripple Time,

Are not Times

Like your Times

And my Times

For Pastimes.

Then betimes

Suit your Time

To my Time;

Or my Time

Is lost Time.

I wish you well,

And hope you're well,

As I am well;

So all's well

That ends well;

Then farewell.

R. B. April 17. 1714.

Star at Coventry, on a Window.

Drunk at Comb-Abbey, horrid drunk;

Hither I came, and met my fav'rite Punk.

 

But she as well might have embrac'd a Log,

All Night I snor'd, and grunted like a Hog,

Then was not I a sad confounded Dog!

R. H.

I'll never get drunk again,

For my Head's full of Pain,

And it grieves me to think,

That by Dint of good Drink,

I should lie with my Phillis in vain.

R. H. 1712.

Salisbury, the King's Arms, on the Wall.

Here was a 'Pothecary's Wife,

Who never lov'd her Spouse in all her Life;

And for want of his Handle,

Made use of a Candle:

—— Light as a Feather,

To bring Things together.

S. C. 1710.

Underwritten.

Thou Fool, 'twas done for want of Sense,

I tickl'd her Concupiscence:

And that is enough to save her Credit.

S. B. 1712.

Under this is wrote.

From the Story above,

The Girls that love,

Have learn'd the Use of Candles;

And since that, by Jove,

And the God of Love,

We have lost the Use of Handles.

W. S——pe, Feb. 2. 1714.

Stockbridge, at the Kings-Head.

Salley Stukely is the prettiest Girl in England,

I wish I was to play a Game with her single-hand.

R. S.

Windsor, at the Cardinal's-Cap.

Now my Sun is retired,

My Heart is all fired;

My Sylvia's lost

And I am toss'd,

Into Love's Flames,

What shall I do to gain her?

Sure something must restrain her,

Or else she'd come.

Then I'm undone.

Help me, dear Cupid,

Or I shall grow stupid;

And if you won't help me,

Then Bacchus protect me.

R. M. 1709.

Greyhound, at Maidenhead.

Dear Doll is a Prude,

And I tumbled her down;

And I tickled her Fancy

For half a Crown.

R. M——r, July 17. 1714.

At the Same Place.

Chloe's Character.

Her Voice is as clear as the Stream;

Her Character light as the Sun;

Her Dealings are hard as a Stone;

But her Promise as sure as a Gun.

A. P--pe, 1712.

At the same Place.

 

A Hog, a Monkey, and an Ass,

Were here last Night to drink a Glass,

When all at length it came to pass,

That the Hog and the Monkey,

Grew so drunkey,

That both were ready to kiss the A--se

of Tom. Dingle. April 17. 1710.

At the White-Hart, Windsor.

How, do I fear my Lover will not come;

And yet I bid him not: But should he come,

Then let him read ——

Let Man--r--ing love on, I will requite thee,

Taming my wild Heart