_Underwritten._

No Matter if the Man is longer than the Gallows, He smokes and drinks his Gla.s.s like honest Fellows.

_Upon a Drinking-Gla.s.s at Charing-Cross._

_Nanny Sach----l_ is all my Toast; She's all I wish for, and is all my Boast.

_Egham, at the Red Lion._

Help me, ye Pow'rs, to sing my _Sylvia_'s Praise; Nor _P - - pe_ nor _Sw - - ft_ can do it now a-days.

But you, nor I, or them, can ever boast, } There ever was in _Europe_ such a Toast; } All we can say, is, _Lucy_ rules the Roast. }

_At a Place not to be recorded._

A d - - - d confounded b.i.t.c.h, Ugly and cunning as a Witch.

Her Bill shall be preferr'd by Law; The House we wish we'd never saw.

One Pound five and ten Pence; Grant her Repentance; We'll never come here again; And let her alone remain.

J. S.

R. S. 17 July.

1722. very truly.

I do not complain of my _Phillis_, Because I know what her proud Will is; For I know how she'll rant, And I know what I want; G - - d d - - - n her old Aunt; I stand here, and wait for her, THAT _still is_.

_On a beautiful Sempstress, in a Window at Charing-Cross._

_Dolly_, with Beauty and Art, Has so hemm'd in my Heart, That I cannot resist the Charm.

In Revenge I will st.i.tch Up the Hole near her Breach, With a Needle as long as my Arm.

R.

_Two Girls at a Bar, that would do't, and one Gentleman would chatter too long._

What the Devil should we meddle With diddle daddle, fiddle faddle; We shall lose the Girls that please; Go to Bed, and take your Ease.

M. C. to his Friend.

_Underwritten._

I know they'll ease you both, for I have been aboard of them.

R. C.

I shall tell best at the next Meeting: The Proof of the Pudding is in the eating.

_Blue Posts, Charing-Cross._

Use me friendly, use me kind; I'll be the kindest of my s.e.x; I'll love, be constant, and you'll find, I'll be your own in _Middles.e.x_.

_Molly Sh----r._

_Underwritten._

Take care you keep her Country to yourself.

M. L.

_Red Lion at Egham._

I _watch_ and _pray_ for dearest _Nancy_, Because I always love her Fancy; But then there comes, Like Bailiff b.u.ms, The _Watch_ with Lights we _can see_; And then she'll pray, And I must pay, And retreat as clean as a Tansey.

_Underwritten._

For Money one may wh.o.r.e, And I'll say no more.----

R. T.

_At the same Place._

I am a young Thing, just come from my Mammy.

S. L.

_Underwritten_

Then you want to be kiss'd, G - - d d - - - n ye.

Captain R. T.

_Bull-and-Mouth-Street._

If Virtue rules the Minds of Women, They'll never let you touch their Linnen; But if they are not Virtue Proof, Then you may kiss them oft enough.

_Uxbridge, at the Crown._

_Molley_ came up to Town precise, Demure, yet fire in her Eyes; So did she look confounded civil; With Grace and Beauty like a Devil; But soon her Eyes drew in some Hearts, } And some _Things else_ like _Cupid_'s Darts, } Which gave her Pains, and many Smarts. }