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_Mirtillo_, whilst you patch your Face, By Nature form'd so fair, We know each Spot conceals a Grace, And wish, and wish to see it bare: But since our Wish you've gratifi'd, We find, we find, 'twas rashly made, And that those Spots were but to hide, to hide Excess of l.u.s.tre laid: And that those Spots were but to hide, to hide Excess of l.u.s.tre laid.

_The Rambling_ RAKE.

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Having spent all my Coin, Upon Women and Wine, I went to the C----h out of spite; But what the Priest said, Is quite out of my Head, I resolv'd not to Edify by't.

While he open'd his Text, I was plaguily vext, To see such a sly Canting Crew, Of _Satan's_ Disciples, With P----r Books and B----s, Enough to have made a Man Spew.

All the Women I view'd, Both Religious and Lewd, From the Sable Top-knots to the Scarlets; But a Wager I'll lay, That at a full Play, The House does not swarm so with Harlots.

Lady _F----_ there sits, Almost out of her Wits, 'Twixt l.u.s.t and Devotion debating; She's as Vicious as Fair, And has more Business there, Than to hear Mr. _Tickle-text's_ prating.

Madam _L----l_ saw, With her Daughters-in-law, Whom she offers to Sale ev'ry Sunday; In the midst of her Prayers, She'll negociate Affairs, And make a.s.signations for Monday.

Next a Lady much Fam'd, Therefore must not be nam'd, 'Cause she'll give you no trouble in Teaching; She has a very fine Book, But does ne'er in it look, Nor regard neither Praying nor Preaching.

There's a _Baronet's_ Daughter, Her own Mother taught her, By Precept and Practical Notion; That to wear Gaudy Cloaths, And to Ogle the Beaus, Was at Church two sure Signs of Devotion.

From the Corner o' th' Square, Comes a hopeful young Pair, Religious as they see occasion; But if Patches and Paint, Be true signs of a Saint, We've no Reason to doubt their d.a.m.nation.

When the Sermon was done, He blest ev'ry one, And they like good Christians retir'd; Tho' they view'd ev'ry Face, Each Head and each Dress, Yet each one her self most admir'd.

I had view'd all the rest, But the Parson had blest, With his Benediction the People; So I ran to the Crown, Least the Church should fall down, And beat out my Brains with the Steeple.

_The_ AIRY _old Woman_.

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You guess by my wither'd Face, And Eyes no longer Shining; That I can't Dance with a Grace, Nor keep my Pipes from whining: Yet I am still Gay and Bold, To be otherwise were a Folly; Methinks my Blood is grown Cold, I'll warm it then thus and be jolly, Jolly, jolly, jolly, jolly, jolly, jolly, jolly, _&c._ Methinks my Blood is grown cold, Grown cold, grown cold, grown cold, _&c._ I'll warm it then thus and be jolly.

I find by the slighting Beau's, That Nature is declining; Yet will I not knit my Brows, Nor end my Days in pining: Let other Dames Fret and Scold, As they pa.s.s to the Stygian Ferry; You see, though I am grown Old, My Temper is youthful and merry, Merry, merry, merry, merry, _&c._ You see though I am grown old, Grown old, grown old, grown old, _&c._ My Temper is youthful and merry.

_A_ SONG _Set by Mr._ ANTHONY YOUNG.

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I Try'd in Parks and Plays to find, An Object to appease my Mind; But still in vain it does appear, Since Fair _Hyrtuilia_ is not there: In vain ala.s.s I hope for Ease, Since none but She alone can please.

_A_ SONG; _the Words by Captain_ DANVERS, _Set by Mr._ T. WILLIS.

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Forgive me _Cloe_ if I dare Your Conduct disapprove; The G.o.ds have made you wond'rous Fair, Not to Disdain, but Love; Those nice pernicious Forms despise, That cheat you of your Bliss; Let Love instruct you to be wise, Whilst Youth and Beauty is.

Too late you will repent the Time, You lose by your Disdain; The Slaves you scorn now in your Prime, You'll ne'er retrieve again: But when those Charms shall once decay, And Lovers disappear; Despair and Envy shall repay, Your being now severe.

_A_ SONG _in the_ Rival Sisters, _Set by Mr._ Henry Purcell, _Sung by Miss_ CROSS.

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How happy, how happy is she, How happy, how happy is she, That early, that early her Pa.s.sion begins, And willing, and willing with Love to agree, Does not stay till she comes to her Teens: Then, then she's all pure and Chast, Then, then she's all pure and Chast, Like Angels her Smiles to be priz'd; Pleasure is seen Cherub Fac'd, And Nature appears, and Nature appears undisguis'd.

From Twenty to Thirty, and then Set up for a Lover in vain; By that time we study how Men, May be wrack'd with Neglect and Disdain: Love dwells where we meet with desire, Desire which Nature has given: She's a Fool then that feeling the Fire, Begins not to warm at Eleven.

_The Three Merry Travellers, who paid their shot wherever they came, without ever a Stiver of Money._

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There was three Travellers, Travellers three, _With a hey down, ho down, Lanktre down derry_, And they would go Travel the _North_ Country, _Without ever a stiver of Money_.

They Travelled _East_, and they Travelled _West_, _With a hey down_, &c.

Wherever they came still they drank of the best, _Without ever_, &c.

At length by good Fortune they came to an Inn, _With a hey down_, &c.

And they were as merry as e'er they had been, _Without ever_, &c.

A Jolly young Widdow did smiling appear, _With a hey down, ho down, Lanktre down derry_, Who drest them a Banquet of delicate cheer, _Without ever a penny of Money_.

Both Chicken and Sparrow-gra.s.s she did provide, _With a hey down, ho down, Lanktre down derry_, You're Welcome kind Gentlemen, welcome she cry'd, _Without ever a Stiver of Money_.

They called for liquor, both Beer, Ale, and Wine, _With a hey down_, &c.