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THE

MERRY-THOUGHT.

PART I.

Madam Catherine Cadiere's Case opened, against Father Girard's powerful Injunction. In a Window at Maidenhead.

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y dearest Kitty, says the Fryar,

Give me a holy Kiss, and I'll retire,

Which Kiss set all his Heart on Fire.

 

He had no Rest that Night, but often cry'd,

Z---nds, my dear Kitty shall be occupy'd;

I'll lay aside my Rank, I will not be deny'd.

To-morrow I'll try her,

Said the Fryar;

And so he went to her,

And did undoe her,

By making her cry out for Mercy;

And then he kiss'd her Narsey-Parsey.

L. F. 1731.

Underwritten.

 

Dear Kitty could never have suffered Disgrace,

If whilst the old Fryar was kissing her A--se,

She'd pull'd up her Spirits, and sh--t in his Face.

From an hundred Windows.

That which frets a Woman most,

Is when her Expectation's crost.

Sun behind the Exchange.

To Mr. D———b, on his being very hot upon Mrs. N. S. 1714.

When the Devil would commit a Rape.

He took upon him Cupid's Shape:

When he the Fair-One met, at least,

They kiss'd and hugg'd, or hugg'd and kiss'd;

But she in amorous Desire,

Thought she had Cupid's Dart,

But got Hell Fire,

And found the Smart.

N. B. And then the Surgeon was sent for.

From the White-Hart at Acton.

Kitty the strangest Girl in Life,

For any one to make a Wife;

Her Constitution's cold, with warm Desire,

She kisses just like Ice and Fire.

At the Bear-Inn, Spinham-Land.

EVANK it is a Word of Fame,

Spell it backwards, 'tis your Name.

S. T. 1710.

Find it out if 'tis your Name,

R. M.

At the Cranes, Edgeworth.

As I walk'd by myself,

I said to myself.

And myself said again to me:

Look to thyself,

Take Care of thyself,

For no Body cares for thee.

Then I myself

Thus answer'd myself,

With the self-same Repartee:

Look to thyself,

Or look not to thyself,

'Tis the self-same Thing to me.

John Careless.

On a Frier who cuckol'd a Dyer at Roan in France; and the Dyer's Revenge in dying him Blue.

There was a topping Dyer,

Was cuckol'd by a Frier:

He saw the Case,

How bad it was,

And feign'd to take a Journey,

Saying softly, Madam, —— burn ye

But stopping by the Way

He saw the Priest full gay,

Running fast to his House,

To tickle his Spouse:

'Tis d——n'd vile, thinks the Dyer,

But away went the Frier.

I'll be with you anon,

Says the Dyer, —— go on,

And as I am blunt,

If I find you have don't,

I'll dye you for Life,

For debauching my Wife;

And as good as his Word,

For he car'd not a T--d,

Away goes the Dyer,

Caught his Wife with the Frier.

And led the Monk down,

And pickled him soon,

 

In a Dye-Fat of Blue,

Which he ever will rue,

'Twas so lasting a Hue;

And that spoilt his hunting,

A Twelve-month or two, &c.

Daniel Cowper, &c.

On a Tavern Window in Fleet-Street.

An Address to our present Petit-Maitres.

No more let each fond foppling court a Brother,

And quit the Girls to dress for one another;

Old maids, in Vengeance to their slighted Beauty,

Shall one Day make you wish you'd done your Duty;

Thro' H--ll they drag ye on most aukward Shapes,

Yoak'd in their Apron-Strings, and led for Apes.

Written under a Couple of paultry Verses, in a Woman's Hand.

Immodest Words admit of no Defence;

For Want of Decency is want of Sense.

Eaton, on a Window.

A Discourse by Numbers and Figures.

When I came to V,

We made IV of us II;

Yet I took the Right Hand,

And then what came of V?

V was lesser by I

Then V had been beIV:

But an L and some Xes

Would make V LXXX.

If V could C as well as I,

'Tis a hundred to one, but I comply;

Then V and I together fix,

I'll stand by V, and make V VI.

On a Window in Mainwaring's Coffee-House, Fleet-Street.

Omnia Vincit Amor.

If Kisses were the only Joys in Bed,

Then Women would with one another wed.

At the Same Place.

Let Jove his Juno, and his Nectar boast,

Champain's my Liquor, and Miss K---g my Toast.

Rumford on a Window.

When full of Pence, I was expensive,

And now I've none, I'm always pensive.

Underwritten.

Then be at no Expence

And you'll have no Suspence.

W. T.

Dean's Yard, Westminster, in Charcoal, on a Wall, a Verse to be read upwards or downwards or arsey-versey the same.

Maidenhead, in a Window.

In a Window, In a Window,
I saw a Cat lick her Ear in a Window.

Nay, Sir, —— she cry'd, I'll swear I won't.

I vow I never yet have don't!

Lord! Pray, Sir, do not press me so;