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THE
MERRY-THOUGHT:
OR, THE
Glass-Window and Bog-House
MISCELLANY.
Taken from
The Original Manuscripts written in Diamond by
Persons of the first Rank and Figure in
Great
Britain ; relating to Love, Matrimony, Drun-
kenness, Sobriety, Ranting, Scandal, Politicks,
Gaming, and many other Subjects,
Serious and
Comical.
Faithfully Transcribed from the Drinking-Glasses and
Windows in the several noted
Taverns, Inns, and
other Publick Places in this Nation. Amongst which
are inserted several curious Pieces from both Univer-
sities.
Published by HURLO THRUMBO.
Gameyorum, Wildum, Gorum,
Gameyorum a Gamy,
Flumarum a Flumarum,
A Rigdum Bollarum
A Rigdum, for a little Gamey.
Bethleham-Wall, Moor-Fields.
PART II.
The SECOND EDITION.
LONDON:
Printed for J. ROBERTS in Warwick-Lane; and sold by
the Booksellers in Town and Country. [Price 6d..]
N. B. The Editor returns his hearty Thanks to
thole Gentlemen who have favoured him with
their Letters, and intreats that they will be so
good as to continue to communicate whatever
they shall meet with of this Kind to the, PUB-
LISHER,
THE
MERRY-THOUGHT.
PAR T II.
INTRODUCTION.
YOU will pardon the Editor that he does
not put Things better in Order; but he is
so engaged in reading the Letters lent him
in from the two Universities, after the
Publication of the First Part, that he believes the
Preface is in the Middle of the Book; but I dare
swear you'll find it somewhere or other, and so
read on.
In Trinity-College Bogs.
Ye Cantabs mind when ye are sht-ng,
How nearly 'tis allied to Writing,
-- To Writing say you ? pray how so ?
An uncouth Simile, I trow.
B -----Hold
( 2 )
Hold, pray ------Condemn it not untry'd;
Hear only how it is apply'd.
As learned Johnian wracks his Brain------
Thinks,----- hems, ------looks wise,----- then
thinks again; ------
When all this Preparation's done,
The mighty Product is a Pun.
So some with direful strange Grimaces,
Within this Dome distort their Faces;
Strain, ----- squeeze,
----- yet loth for to de-
part,
Again they strain ----- for what? a Fart.
Hence Cantabs take this moral Trite,
'Gainst Nature, if ye think or sh-te;
Use all the Labour, all the Art,
'Twill ne'er- exceed a Pun, or Fart.
Red-Lion, Egham.
Coquets will always merry prove;
But Prudes are those give down their love;
And love and move, and move to love.
Underwritten.
A Prude for my Money, by G - - d.
T. S. 1711.
Written
(3)
Written on the Looking-Glass of Mr. T--p--n,
Fellow-Commoner of Trinity-College, Cam-
bridge.
Imago in Speculo loquitur ad T--p--n.
I.
Thou pretty little flattering Thing,
That mak'st this gaudy Shew,
Thou senseless Mimick of a Man,
Thou Being, call'd a Beau.
II.
Like me thou art an empty Form,
Like me alone, thou'rt made;
Like me delusive seem'st a Man,
But only art a Shade.
Tuns in Cambridge, Window facing a certain
Alderman's in the Market.
Is Molly Fr ------ immortal ? ------ No.
She is ;, and I will prove her so.
She's fifteen now, and was, I know,
Fifteen, full fifteen Years ago.
Underwritten.
The Fates from Heaven late came Post;
And thus address'd this
Cambridge Toast,
B2 Say
(4)
Say happy Maid that can detain
Old hoary Time in fetter'd Chain,
What wouldst thou have to set him free,
And give thy captive Liberty ?
Miss Molly call'd Mamma aside,
------Whisper'd awhile, then thus reply'd;
Upon ray Life, all I would have
From Victor is to be a Slave ;
I'll soon untie this Captive's Hands ;
-----Tie me but fast in
Hymen's Bands.
On the same on another Pane.
At Home Miss Molly's scarce fifteen.
Mamma says she's no more ;
But if the Parish-Book says true,
Miss Molly's thirty four.
Poor Miss Molly!
Wrote on Cor Ord's (a Printer
and Bookseller in Cambridge) Window in
the Shop.
Ye longing Sophs, say it who can,
That Corny's not a learned Man.
He knows well each Edition, Sir,
Of
Aldus, and of Elzevir ;
Of Beza he profoundly reasons,
And talks jocose of
Harry Stephen.
Though (says a Wag) all this I- grant,
Yet
Cony sure must Learning want.
How
(5)
How so ? --- It's plain, (if that we may
B'lieve what Men of themselves do say,)
For Corny's openly * confess'd.
He's but a Blockhead at the best.
Another in the Shop, on C------'s Title-Page
LEARNING.
Within this learn'd Receptacle of Arts,
Corny, if ask'd, on each can shew his Parts ;
Alike a
Newton, or a Ratcliffe prove ;
A Coke in Law, ------ an Etheridge in Lowe,
Reason profound ------ in Hist'ry; state each
Fact,
Teach London how to think, or Walpole how
to act.
O say from whence should all this Learning,
come.------
From whence?------from each dead Sage around
the Room.
If Corny thence his Fund of Learning draws,
How great his Skill in Politicks or Laws ?
How deeply read? How vast
his learned
Store ?
------When------past the Title, all his Learn-
ing's o'er.
Another
* Corny, in Printing a Latin Book, censur'd by the University, was
forced to plead
Ignoramus to save his Bacon.
Bishop
(6)
Another in the same.
Is Corny's Learning much; my Friends ;
Since where it does begin, ---- it ends?
From a Window in Ardenham-House,
Hertfordshire.
As Glass obdurate no Impression takes,
But what the radiant piercing Diamond makes ;
Just so my Heart all other. Pow'rs defies,
But those of fair
Venilla's brilliant Eyes;
Written in a Lady's Dressing-Room:
Brunetta, I grant you, can give her Swain Death ;
But 'tis not with her Eyes, but with her - - ill Breath.
From a Window in the Inner Temple-Hall.
Come hither, Barristers of Dress,
That once your Lips may meet Success:
From
Rufus' filthy Hall withdraw ;
Here only ye can live by Law.
A Rebus on Lady of Quality, on a Glass
at the Old Devil Tavern.
What fly from her Eyes, and the Place whither I
Must soon be convey'd to, unless she comply,
Is the Name of the Beauty for whom I could die.
N. B. Darts and Shafts fly from her Eyes, and
if one dies, one must be
bury'd.
Under
(7)
Under the Rebus on Lady Sh---bury, at the
Devil Tavern, is this ;
What opens a Door, and a Word of Offence,
Tell the Name of a Nymph of Wit, Beauty, and
Sense.
Supposed to be for Miss Ke-ly.
From the Window of a Chamber in the Inner
Temple.
For dear Venilla in my Arms,
I'd scorn all other female Charms ;
Ten thousand Beauties she can spare,
And still be
Fairest of the Fair.
From innumerable Windows.
Like Mars I'll fight, like Antony I'll love,
I'll drink like Bacchus, and I'll whore like Jove.
From the Apollo, the large Dancing-Room in
the Devil Tavern, written when some were
engaged in a particular Country-Dance.
This Dance foretells that Couple's Life,
Who mean to dance as Man and Wife ;
As here, they'll first with Vigour set,
Give Hands, and turn whene'er they meet ;
But soon will quit their former Track,
Cast off, and end in Back to Back.
From
(8)
From the Angel Tavern, Temple-Ear.
'Tis hard! 'tis wonderous hard !
That the Life of a Man
Should be but a Span,
And that of a Woman a Yard !
From a Watch-Maker's Window, Fleet-Street.
Here Time is bought and sold: 'Tis plain, my Friend,
My Clocks and Watches shew what I intend ;
For you I Time correct,
My Time I spend ;
By Time I live,
But not one Inch will lend,
Except you pay the ready down or send :
I trust no Time,
Unless the Times do mend.
On a Watcb-Case in a Gentleman's Pocket,
given him by a Lady.
The Wretched pray to make more Haste,
The Happy say we fly too fast;
Therefore impossible to know,
Whether I go too fast or slow.
S.M.
At Hollyhead, I suppose, written by some
Creation-Mender.
Arra, now what signifies the making the two great
Lights ?
The Sun to light the Day, and the Moons to light
the Nights :
For
(9)
For the Sun in the Day-Time there is no Occasion,
Because I can see very well after my Persuasion :
But for the Moons, they are very good in a dark
Night,
Because when we cannot see they give us a Light.
Crown at Harlow,
Rail at your Father, rail at your Mother,
Rail at your Sister, rail at your Brother,
Rail on, my Boys, and rail at one another.
Underwritten.
Rail as you say, and you'll be all railed in.
Written upon the Wall of Clements-Inn, when
the Dial was put up which is supported
by a black Slave in a kneeling Posture.
In vain poor sable Son of Woe,
Thou seek'st a tender Ear;
In vain thy Tears with Anguish flow,
For Mercy dwells not here :
From Cannibals thou fly'st in vain,
Lawyers less Quarter give ;
The first won't eat you till you're slain,
The last will do't alive.
Hampstead on a Window.
I am a Dog
In true Fidelity
I am a Sun -----
In faithful Constancy;
C I am
(10)
I am a Stote,
To please a lustful Lass ;
I am a Hog,-------.
And you may kiss my A---se.
But if my Celia comes within my Ken;
Then I shall be again like other Men.
On another at the same Place.
My Wife says, Whither do you go ?
And I return, my dear, I do not know :
Then dn your Blood, says she, to use me thus ;
And then I call her catterwauling Puss.
Hampton-Court, at the Mitre.
A Ramp of very noted Name,
I need not say, for all Men know her Fame,
Lascivious, as the human Race could be,
She could not see a Man, but fell in Extasy.
On a Dyer's Sign at Southwark.
I die to live,
I live to die,
And hope to live eternally,
At the Star at Coventry.
A poor Woman was ill in a dangerous Case,
She lay in, and was just as some other Folks was:
By the Lord, cries
She then, if my Husband e'er
come,
Once again with his Will for to tickle my Bum,
I'll
(11)
I'll storm, and I'll swear, and I'll run staring wild ;
And yet the next Night, the Man got her with
Child.
S. M. 1708.
By Desire not to insert the Place.
What care I for Mistress May'ress ;
She's little as the Queen of Fairies :
Her little Body like my Thumb,
Is thicker far than other some ;
Her Conscience yet would stretch so wide ;
Either on this, or t'other Side,
That none could tell when they did ride.
Underwritten.
Swim for thy Life, dear Boy, for I can feel
neither Bottom nor Sides.
In Pencil upon a Wall in a Tavern near
Covent-Garden.
I become all Things to all Men, to gain some,
or I must have starved.
Moll. Friskey.
Star-Inn at Coventry.
Molly the gay, the black, the friskey,
Would kiss like any wanton Gipsey ;
Nor was her Mouth alone the Case,
A Man of Worth might kiss her A se.
C 2 At
( 12 )
At a Tavern at the Royal Exchange.
I've now a Coach and Six before me,
Each female court'sies to adore me:
But from my dearest I can't part,
Without returning her my Heart :
Tell her I am gone a Month or longer,
While she may gain more Love, and I grow stronger.
S.M. Oct. 17. 1720.
From a Tavern in Fleet-Street.
I'll drink like Bacchus, and I'll fight like Mars,
The Kind I'll love, the Cross may kiss my A--se.
In the same Room in a Woman's Hand.
Since cruel Fate has robb'd me of the Youth,
For whom my Heart had hoarded all its Truth,
I'll ne'er love more, dispairing e'er to find,
Such Constancy and Truth amongst Mankind.
Feb. 18, 1725.
Underwritten.
I kiss'd her the next Night, and she's one of the
Walkers
Family.
Feb. 18. 1725.
Dublin in a Window in Castle-Street.
O mortal Man that's made of Clay,
Is here to-Morrow, and is gone to Day.
In
( 13 )
In a Bog-House at Hampstead.
There's Nothing foul that we commit,
But what we write, and what we sh--t.
Three Pigeons at Brentford.
Wer't not for Whims, Candles, and Carrots,
Young Fellows Things might ride in Chariots.
Tom Long, July 17.
Underwritten.
Thank Heaven for all those Helps to Nature,
Or else poor P------could get no Quarter.
Letter on a Window at Stony-Stratford, to
Miss Mary V--d--le.
We shall B in better Q,
When U have I, and I have U.
T.M. 1720.
From a Window in Hell, near Westmin-
ster-Hall.
Old Orpheus tickled his Harp so well,
That he tickled
Eurydice out of Hell,
With a Twing come Twang, and a Twing
come Twang ; but,
Some say Euridice was a Scold,
Therefore the Devil of her took hold,
With a Twing come Twang, &c.
S. S. 1714.
Under-
( 14 )
Underwritten.
If my Wife had been e'er in the Devil's Hands,
You know it would loose all other Bands,
And I should been pleased with my House and
Lands.
F. R. 1718.
PREFACE.
From a Paper found in the Street at Twelve
at Night, 1708.
near Covent-Garden. Ar-
gument concerning a Greek Opera that
was to have been set on Foot, when People
liked to see and hear Operas first in Ita-
lian.
AS Languages are introduced among us Chris-
tian People daily that we do not understand,
By Way of
Italian Opera, &c. why may we not en-
tertain the Publick with a little
Greek, as natural
as Pigs squeak. -----
And for Latin, 'tis no more dificile,
Than for a Blackbird 'tis to whistle.
Hud.
I love dearly to quote my Authors.
I have been with both the Play-Houses, and
on? says d-----n it, it won't do ; and t'other says,
Z----ds it will not take ; then says I to myself,
I'll have a
Greek Opera, by G--d ; and with this Re-
solution I set about it, and made a Specimen, and
so
( 15 )
so went with it in a Chair to the Opera-House, to
give it the better Grace. But that would not do
neither ; for one did not understand
Greek ; nor t'o-
ther did not understand Greek ; and
-Italian was all
in Vogue : And I did not understand that ; and so
we could make no Bargain, and 1 returned Home.
Z-----ds, thinks I, if I don't understand their
barbarous Language, must I let them have any
Thing of my ancient Language ? No, Messieurs! I'll
let my Opera remain in its Infancy, and you shall
curse yourselves before you have it compleat ; but
that you shall know what Fools you have been,
I'll stick a Needle through my Nose, that you may
look sharp ; and then you will say, why did not
US take it, for in the first Scene I law all the
Audience laugh. But to the Point,
i.e. the second
Preamble or Argument,
OPERA.
Scene is the City of Athens, and an old Woman
lives in a hollow Tree, where she sells Gin and
Gingerbread to the Grenadiers ; her Name is Gam-
mer
Hocus. Then there comes a Goddess, who sells
Butter and Eggs at
Athens Market, upon her Uncle's
bald Mare; and as the Mare is a stumbling Jade, so she falls down before
Hocus's Tree, and hurts her
Rump, and then we begin,
N. B. When the Goddess Cinderaxan falls down
before Gammer
Hocus's Door or Tree, she begins
in Recitativo Greek Fashion.
O me
( 16 )
O! mega mar, hocus the baldmare has cantedme on-
* Phillΰram sickami, some Spirit offerme to suckon.
Dear
Hokey behasty, forbum sufferssore by a
Thumpon't;
No baldmare my Gammon shall contuseagain by one
moretoss.
English'd thus for the Benefit of the Ladies, though
'tis much the fame in the
Greek.
O my Gammer Hocus, the bald Mare has canted me
one Toss;
Fill a Dram, sick am I, some Spirit offer me to fuck on.
Dear
Hokey be hasty, for Bum suffers sore by a Thump
on't.
No bald Mare my Gammon shall contuse again by one
more Toss.
Then out conies Gammer Hocus, when the Goddess
had called for a Dram in the second Line, and sings
with an Air, feeing her Goddessship as dirty as the
Devil.
Cinderaxan's sablehew'd Aspect, ------
Pulloffun, though the Doxey can seemcoy.
And here we leave off. Is not the Devil in the
People, that they will not encourage a good Thing,
when they have it before them.
Crown
* Fill.
( 17 )
Crown at Oxbridge, 1708.
An Acrostick upon something or other.
Commodious for a Haven made,
Under a rising Bank,
Nature has fix'd a Place of Trade,
To Men of any Rank.
Underwritten.
Riddle my ree, &c.
And read the four first Letters, and you'll fee.
R. M.
A Man hanging for Love, drawn when Paint-
ing was in its Cradle, with his Dog bark-
ing at him,
viva voce. From the three Pi-
geons at Brentford.
( 18 )
The Occasion of this dangling Story, was from
a Lady who hated him, and set him about it.
Go hang thyself, quoth cruel She,
Go hang thyself I say.
The Man obey'd her presently,
And made himself away. Mary Worthless..
The Criticks do not make out whether he walk'd
off, or
went off; neither does the Figure determine
which.
Hang me, if I will hang for any Woman,
For most of them alike are very common ;
I'd sooner trudge as I have done before,
Than hang upon a d----d confounded Whore.
Underwritten.
No Matter if the Man is longer than the Gallows,
He smokes and drinks his Glass like honest Fellows.
Upon a Drinking-Glass 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
(19)
At a Place not to be recorded.
A d---d confounded Bitch,
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 to hemm'd in my Heart,
That I cannot resist the Charm.
In Revenge I will stitch
Up the Hole near her Breach,
With a Needle as long as my Arm R.
D 2 Two
( 20 )
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 Sex ;
I'll love, be constant, and you'll find,
Ml be your own in Middlesex.
Molly Sh-----r.
Underwritten:
Take care you keep her Country to yourself.
M. L.
Red
( 21 )
Red Lion at Egham,
I watch and pray for dearest Nancy,
Because I always love her Fancy :
But then there comes,
Like Bailiff Bums,
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 whore,
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.
Butt-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.
( 22 )
Oxbridge, 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.
Underwritten.
Thou Puppy,----------
The Fire of her Eyes occasioned the Flame of her
Heart,
And drew the Fire to her lower Part
R. L.
From the same Place.
After a tedious Journey, and my Supper,
And dam-----d uneasy with my Crupper,
Jenney came up to warm my Bed,
A pretty Girl; but I was dead,
Or else I'd had her Maidenhead.
R.T.
Swan at Oxbridge.
Who's been here,
The Devil I fear;
For he's left the Bottles clear.
R. Est------n , 1710.
Underwritten.
Twas so; for nothing so like the Devil as an
empty Bottle,
G. S. 1711.
Boghouse,
(23)
Boghouse at Oxbridge.
If a Man should breathe backwards, and happens to
stink,
You may say, If you will, it is natural Instinct.
Underwritten.
You may quibble upon the Word Instinct, if you
will; but I think 'tis better out than in, considering
the Case.
I. M. of Oxon.
Betty Careless, her Prayers: From her Chambers
in Drury-Lane, on a Wall, written with a
Piece of Charcoal.
Grant us good lusty Men, ye gracious Pow'rs!
Or else stop up those craving Things of ours!
From the Plough Ale-House in Fore-Street, near
Cripplegate, written upon a Wall.
Good Bread and Meat, strong Beer withal,
Will make a T d more lasting ;
Therefore I think he is a Fool,
That goes out in a Morning fasting.
Tom, Rudge.
We suppose he wants to eternize his Memory by
eating a Breakfast.
When
( 24)
When I lay with my bouncing Nell,
I gave her an Inch, and she took an Ell :
But I think in this Case it was damnable hard,
When I gave her an Inch, she'd want more than a
Yard.
Hampstead, at the Flask.
Nothing so certain as the Uncertainties of this
Life, says one of the Greek Philosophers.
Hoxton, on a Wall.
What Difference between Kings T---ds and mine ?
One may be costive, one be full of Slime;
Yet equally will any Hog that feeds,
Produce good Pork by feeding on our Needs.
Underwritten.
You nasty Dog, you may eat your Pork yourself.
Hampstead, at the Flask.
Tell me why, ye gen'rous Swains?
Tell me, ye Nymphs upon the Plains?
Why does
Sylvia leave the Green?
Has she done any Thing obscene ?
They all reply'd, Your
Sylvias gone;
For she will do't with ev'ry one.
From the Red Lyon at Egham,
She that thinks upon her Honour,
Needs no other Guard upon her.
(25)
Underwritten.
She that has a Man upon her,
Never thinks upon her Honour.
In Trinity College Boghouse, Dublin.
You who instead of Fodder, Fingers use,
Pray lick 'em clean, and don't this Wall abuse,
Under which is written;
These House-of-Office Poets, by the L---d,
Instead of Laurel, should be crown'd with T---d.
In a Window, at the Sign of the Four Crosses,
on the Road to West Chester.
Host! wou'd you paint your Crosses to the Life,
Pull down your Sign, and then hang up your Wife,
On a Window at Canbury-House.
The Breast of ev'ry British Fair,
Like this bright, brittle, slippery Glass,
A Diamond makes Impression there,
Though on the Finger of an Ass.
On a Person of Quality's Boghouse.
Good Lord ! who could think,
That such fine Folks should stink?
E On
(26)
On a Window at Bushy-Hall, Hertfordshire.
Love is like Blindman's Buff, where we pursue,
We know not what we catch, we know not who;
And when we grasp our Wish, what Prize is won ?
Our Eyes are open'd, and the Play is done.
Some Love Verses being first written on a
Window in Brook-Street, and scratched out,
occasioned the following:
Good grave Papa, you hope in vain,
By blotting this to mend her;
She who writes Love upon the Pane,
Will soon leap out at Window.
On the Middle Temple Boghouse.
Well sung of Yore, a Bard of Wit,
That some Folks read, but all Folks sh---t;
But now the Case is alter'd quite,
Since all who come to Boghouse write,
On the same Place.
Because they cannot eat, some Authors write ;
And some, if seems, because they cannot sh--te.
On a Glass at the Devil Tavern, Temple-Bar.
The stubborn Glass no Character receives,
Except the Stamp the piercing Brilliant gives.
A female Heart thus no Impression takes,
But what the Lover tipp'd with Diamond makes.
At
( 27 )
At Launder's Coffee-House, in the Old Play-
House Passage.
Dear Pat, 'tis vain to patch or paint,
Since still a fragrant Breath you want;
For though well furnish'd, yet all Folks
Despise a Room whose Chimney smokes.
White-Hart at Watford.
Parody of four Lines of Dryden.
Glass with a Diamond does our Wit betray ;
Who can write sure on that smooth slippery Way ?
Pleas'd with our scribling we cut swiftly on,
And see the Nonsense, which we cannot shun.
In a Window at the King's-Arms Tavern,
Fleet-Street.
Both mine and Women's Fate you'll judge from
hence ill,
That we are pierc'd by ev'ry Coxcomb's Pencil.
Written in a Window at a private House, by
a desponding Lover in the Presence of his
Mistress.
This Glass, my Fair's the Emblem of your Mind,
Which brittle, slipp'ry, pois'nous oft we find.
Her Answer underneath.
I must confess, kind Sir, that though this Glass,
Can't prove me brittle, it proves you an Ass.
Sent
( 28 )
Sent by an unknown Hand.
O ye Powers above!
Who of Mortals take Care,
Make Women less cruel,
More fond, or less fair.
Was Helen half so fair, so form'd for Joy,
Well fought the
Trojan, and well burnt was Troy.
FINIS.