They both are healthful, Nature's Ease require 'em And though you grin, I fancy you desire 'em.

_Underwritten._

What Beast alive, could bear to s---- In such a filthy Hole as this is; The nauseous Stink, might, one would think, Disturb his Taste for amorous Kisses.

_Underwritten._

This was wrote by some Beau, the Fop you may know, His squeamish Exception would make one believe it; Though the Smell where we sh----t, is not grateful a Bit, Yet I ne'er knew a C----y that favour'd of Civet.

_Oxon, on a Window._

Knowledge, thou Darling of the Soul, Be thou my Help-Mate o'er a flowing Bowl; Then will my Time slide easily along, And ev'ry gen'rous Mortal grace our Song.

_Underwritten._

D----n your Knowledge, says Captain _Blunt_, swear, drink, and smoke, and you're an honest Fellow.

_Feb._ 13, 1720.

_At the Devices, Wiltshire._

_Peggy_ came in with a smiling Face, And every Feature had its Grace: Her Cheeks were blooming, as I'd wish to see; } Her something else above her Knee, } Fill'd all my Mind with Extasy; } And so we went to't.

L. T.

_Bath, on Harrison's Windows._

I kiss'd her standing, Kiss'd her lying, Kiss'd her in Health, And kiss'd her dying; And when she mounts _the Skies_, I'll kiss her flying.

_Underwritten._

Well said, my Boy.

R. S.

_Witney, on a Window._

Debauch'd by _Henry Rig_, Who gave me a Jigg, But not one Grigg: Howe'er he ran his Rigg.

But if ever I touch a Man again, Unless in Matrimonial Chain, I'll rather suffer craving Pain, I think; ---- ---- Or take it once again.

For t'has set me a longing.

_Anne S----te._

_At the same Place._

Give me the La.s.s who has a Taste of Love; She I will kiss luxuriously, by _Jove_; But when I meet a Woman's cold Embrace, She baulks my Love; and she may kiss my A - - se.

_Oxon, Merton-College, on a Window._

Bright is my _Silvia_, when she's drest; When naked, cloath'd with wond'rous Charms: Her Mein has oft my Heart opprest; } Her Nakedness I have possest; } And by the last I am distrest, } By the Embraces of her Arms.

What can we Mortals say of Love?

Why? 'Tis the Pleasure of the G.o.ds above: But then, if Cl - ps proceed from Love, How hot are all the G.o.ds and G.o.ddesses above!

A fine Reward, for Love for Love!

_Underwritten._

Avoid the Thunder-Cl - ps, and After-Cl - ps, says _Jove_.

_A young Lady, who hang'd herself, left the following Lines upon the Table._

O Death! thou pleasing End of human Woe!

Thou Cure of Life, thou best of Things below!

May'st thou for ever shun the Coward Slave, And thy soft Slumbers only ease the Brave!

_At the Bull-Inn, at Ware._

_On Miss J----s._

My Good or Ill in her alone is found, And in that Thought all other Cares are drown'd.

_R. G----ll._

_Woodstock, in a Window._

Have you not in a Chimney seen A sullen f.a.ggot, wet and green, How coyly it receives the Heat, And at both Ends doth fume and sweat; So fares it with the harmless Maid When first upon her Back she's laid.

But the kind experienc'd Dame Cracks and rejoices in the Flame.

_Merton-College, Oxon, in a Window._

_A new Reading about the three Children in the Fiery Furnace. From the Hebrew._

_Shadrack_, _Mashac_, and _Abednego_: If _Shadrac_ had a Fever and Ague,

Then read in _English_,

_Shadrack may shake, and a bed may go._

R. F.