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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 intermixed the Lucubrations of the polite Part
of the World, written upon Walls in Bog-houses,
&c.
Published by HURLO THRUMBO.
Gameyorum, Wildum, Gorum,
Gameyorum a Gamey,
Flumarum a Flumarum,
A Rigdum Bollarum
A Rigdum, for a little Gamey.
Bethlehem-Wall, Moor-Fields.
PART III.
LONDON:
Printed for J. ROBERTS in Warwick-Lane; and Sold by
the Booksellers in Town and Country. [Price 6d.]
THE
PREFACE.
THIS is purposely to acknowledge the
Obligations I owe to several Gentle-
men, who have shewn their Esteem of
the MERRY THOUGHT, in the large
Collections they have communicated before
the Holidays: For who knows, but many of
their Pieces might have been lost, by the Ef-
fects of Wine, Punch, and strong Beer, in
the
Christmas Time ; or by a Game at Ramps,
or Blind-Man's-Buff; or unlucky Boys; or
the sticking the Windows with Holley and
Ivy : All these Hazards did we run of ha-
ving many curious Pieces destroy'd, and bu-
ry'd in Oblivion, And then again, the Clean-
ing the Windows against the Holidays might
have endanger'd the Loss of many of these
brittle Leaves of Wit and Learning. But
now, we may sing
Old Rose, since a large Car-
goe is already arriv'd safe at the Press. In
order
The PREFACE.
order for a third Part, I have myself taken
Care to visit most of the Glasiers in Town,
where I just came Time enough to save some
few Scraps of Wit ; and have bribed a great
Number of Football-Players, not to use that
Diversion near some particular Places about this
Great City, where many curious Epigrams,
Sonnets, and Whims, are at present uncopy'd;
and if they should escape a few Days longer,
will make a fourth Volume, with the kind As-
sistance of those Correspondents who have sent
me promissory Notes for the Delivery of cer-
tain Parcels of such Wit, on or about the Twen-
ty-fifth of this Instant
January. I remain,
Gentlemen, after hoping you are in good
Health, as I am at this present Writing, and
wishing you all many happy Years,
Tour obliged humble Servant,
HURLO THRUMBO.
THE
MERRY-THOUGHT.
PART III.
Mr. BOG,
THE following Miscellanea Curiosa you may ei-
ther insert in your third Part, or use them
for your latter Part ; which you please,
From a Window at the Angel in Marlborough.
W-—-s lay at the Angel in Marlborough
Town,
And an Angel lay with him all Night:
He tipp'd her an Angel before she lay down,
Which you know was but decent and right.
But an Angel of Darkness she prov'd to be sure;
For scarce twenty Angels would pay for his Cure.
Written on the Wall at the George in Sandy-
Lane, in the Bath Road, a Place famous
for Puddings.
The Puddings are so good in Sandy-Lane,
That if I chance to go that Way again,
I'll not be satisfy'd, unless I've twain,
The one stuck thick with Plumbs, the other plain.
B At
( 2 )
At the Sun-Tavern at Billingsgate, written
on the Wainscot.
Upon the Ground he spread his Cloak ;
The Nymph she was not shy, Sir ;
And there they fairly did the Joke,
Whilst through this Crack peep'd I, Sir.
Oct. 27. 1722.
Underwritten.
Mr. Pimp, had I known your Worship was there,
Which I no more dreamt of, than sleeping,
When once I'd dispatch'd my Affair with the Fair,
By G-----d, you'd paid dear for your Peeping.
Dec, 1722.
At the Red-Lion, Shrewsbury.
The Drawer, Tom, has scarce forgot,
Since I was here last Easter ;
I broke his Head with the Pewter Pot,
And gave him not a Teaster.
But why, d'ye think, I serv'd him so?
What Flesh alive could bear it?
I'd call'd a dozen Times, I trow,
Yet the Dog" would bring no Claret.
This Discipline was not in vain,
For h'as his Manners mended ;
I've been here twenty Times since then,
And always well attended.
From
( 3 )
front a Window in Carlisle, the Sign forgot,
How, says the Proverb, can it e'er be thought,
What's bred i'th' Bone can out o'thc Flesh be
brought:
Her Mother kiss'd with every one, and Moll does
plainly shew her ;
For Molly kind is kiss'd by none, but only all that
know her. I.S. 1718.
From another Pane in the same Place.
As dear N----y B----k look'd into the Street,
From this Window where now I am muling,
I poop'd her behind, but no Body see't,
And she prov'd ne'er the worse for my using.
T. B.
Underwritten.
Ungrateful Wretch, thou'rt scarcely fit to live,
Much less such Favours worthy to receive.
A greater Curse than leading Apes in Hell,
The Fool deserves, that dares to kiss and tell.
On the next Pane.
Dear Madam, pray don't let your Anger abound,
For Faith what you've wrote has no Charm in't ;
You often have try'd me, and know I am sound,
Then prithee now where was the Harm in't ?
You did me a Favour, I did you one too,
And, if I'm not mistaken, a greater ;
I'll swear I can't love the Sport better than you,
So pray say no more of the Matter,
B 2 to
(4)
In a Bog-House, at the Bush at Carlisle, 1718.
Reader,
Within this Place two Ways I've been delighted ;
For here I've s—, and likewise here have sh-----d.
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,
Dislurb his Taste for amorous Kisses.
Underwritten.
This was wrote by some Beau, the Fop you may
know,
His squeamish Exception would make one be-
lieve it ;
Though the Smell where we sh—t, is not grateful
a Bit,
Yet I ne'er knew a C—y that savour'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.
Under-
( 5 )
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
( 6 )
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 Lass 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 Gods above :
But then, if Cl-ps proceed from Love,
How hot are all the Gods and Goddesses above!
A fine Reward, for Love for Love !
Underwritten.
Avoid the Thunder-Cl-ps, and After-Cl-ps, says
Jove.
4
(7)
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 Faggot, 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.
Star
7
(8)
Star, at Coventry.
What Lacing,
What Dressing,
What Moulding,
What Scolding,
What Painting,
What Fainting,
What Loving,
What Shoving,
What Cooing,
What Wooing,
What Crosses,
What Tosses,
What Actions,
What Fractions,
Before the Day was done.
Salisbury, on a Window.
My Dear, like a Candle,
Lights every one's Handle,
Yet loses no Bit of her own :
She will piss, and she'll kiss
Until every one hiss,
And she better had stay'd at Home.
As she lost nothing by it, she may still re-
main a Light to the World.
Anagram.
A Toast is like a Sot,
Or what is most
Comparable —— a Sot,
—— Is like a Toast ;
For
(9)
For When their Substance
In the Liquor sink,
Both properly are said
To be in Drink.
Christ-Church, Oxon, in the Bog-House.
Calami hujus Etatis
Sunt hujus Etatis calamitates,
Calais, at the Silver Lion.
At the Foot of a Bed where a Woman lay dying,
A Parcel of Gossips in Council were fat ;
And instead of good Prayers, condoling and crying,
A Thing was the Subject of all the Debate.
One wish'd for a thick one, and swore 'twas the best,
Altho' 'twere as short to the full as her Snout ;
But a small One procur'd the Applause of the rest,
Provided in Length the Defect were made out.
Hold, quoth the sick Sister, you are all in the Wrong,
So I'll in a Case of this Weight to decide,
Heav'n send me at once both the Thick and the Long;
So doling her pious Petition, she dy'd.
Written on the Pillory in a certain Market-
Town in Shropshire, on two Millers, named
Bone and Skin, who exacted extravagant
Toll.
Bone and Skin,
Two Millers thin,
Would grind this Town and Places near it :
C But
( 10 )
But be it known
To Skin and Bone,
That Flesh and Blood won't bear it.
Richmond, Yorkshire, on a Window.
If Death doth come as soon as Breath departs ;
Then he must often die, who often farts :
And if to die be but to lose one's Breath ;
Then Death's a Fart, and so a Fart for Death.
the Motto upon a Sign of a Gardiner's
Window , who kept a Publick House in the
Road to Cambridge ; inserted for the Bene-
fit of bad Spellers.
Heer is good Liker
Ov awl Quinds toby sould,
And sevile Yewzitch.
The Learned have examin'd the above Inscrip-
tion : Some took it for Gibberish; others for
Welch ;
and some for one of the Eastern Languages ; but a
Gentlewoman of extraordinary Knowledge in this
cramp Way of Writing, tells us, it must be read
thus, in
English :
Here is good Liquor
Of all Kinds to be sold,
And civil Usage.
And so we believe it was meant ; for it is al-
low'd by all, that some few of the fair Sex can
explain bad Sense and bad Spelling, even better
than most of the Heads of the Universities.
Oxford,
(11)
Oxford, in a Window at Christ-Church.
Anger may glance into the Breast of wise Mem
But it rests in the Bosom of Fools.
From the same Place.
True Friendship multiplies our Joys;
It mends our Griefs, and makes them light as Toys.
From Queen's-College, Oxon.
All that we know of what is done above,
Is, that the Blessed sing, and that they love.
Rue de Boucharie.
Amasser en Saison,
Dispenser par Raison,
Et vous aurez une bonne Maison.
In a Window at an Inn on the West Country
Road.
The Cook, confound her, boil'd no Roots ;
The Hostler never clean'd my Boots;
The Tapster too, would hardly stir ;
The Drawer was a lazy Cur;
The Chamberlain had made no Bed ;
The Host had Maggots in his Head:
But Millicent, who kept the Bar,
Was worse than all the rest by far ;
She was as many others are.
C 2 I kept
(12)
I kiss'd her till she had her Fill,
I thought it Love, and with her Will.
But then ---------------
She made a da----n'd confounded Bill.
Captain R.T. 1718.
Underwritten.
See the Bill Gentlemen.
Thrice was I reckon'd for my Meat ;
Thrice was I reckon'd for Miss
Milly's treat;
Thrice was I reckon'd for my dirty Boots;
Thrice was I reckon'd for not having Roots ;
Thrice was I reckon'd by the lazy Fellows ;
And thrice I swore, I wish'd them at the Gallows ;
And if I come here any more,
Then call me a Son of a Whore. R. T. 1718.
Rue D' Auphine, at Paris.
O Quelle Grand Traison !
Les Couillions que je porte
Lors que leur Maître est en prison
Ces Gallans d'ausant a la porte.
N. B. This is not render'd into
English, but 'tis Ingra-
titude enough far two Servants, that have been well en-
tertained a long while by their Master, should dance
about a Prison Door, while their Master is in it.
On a Window at the Ram, Newmarket.
Come hither, dearest, sweetest Turtle-Dove ;
You are my Goddess.----You alone I love.
At
( 13 )
At Night, whene'er I close ray Eyes to Rest,
I dream of laying in your snow- white Breast.
But oft oppress'd with Grief and pensive Care,
I to enjoy such Happiness despair.
O wretched me! Celestial Pow'rs above!
O mighty Jove! what must I die for Love!
If you're inclin'd to cure the Wound you gave,
Come quick, relieve, and save me from the Grave.
Her Answer.
Unhappy Youth, pray trouble not your Mind,
By mighty Jove, I
swear I will be kind.
I swear by Venus, and the Pow'rs above ;
By
Cupid's Darts, and all the Joys of Love,
To thee, my Youth, my Swain, I'll ever constant
prove.
Bog-House at Epsom-Wells.
Privies are now Receptacles of Wit,
And every Fool that hither comes to sh-----t,
Affects to write what other Fools have writ.
Rain-Deer, Bishop-Stafford.
Hail charming Maid ! hail my enchanting Fair,
Thy Beauty's such, what Mortal can forbear ?
Have Pity on a Youth's despairing Cries,
Compassion shew, or else your Lover dies.
O that I but one good Enjoyment had!
Grant it me soon, or else I shall go mad.
Her
( 14 )
Her Answer.
Alas! poor Youth, if you go mad for Love,
Seek your Relief from mighty
Jove above.
No Cure I have, my Body's chaste and pure ;
A wandering Youth I never can endure.
Pancras-Wells.
I have had a Cl-p,
By a sad Mishap ;
But the Doctor has cur'd it,
And I've endur'd it.
The B - ch that gave it me,
She is gone over Sea,
G-d d-n her A-se,
That fir'd my T - se.
Peacock, Northampton.
I love dear Betty, and Betty loves me ;
And it shall not be long before marry'd we be.
Underwritten.
If you must make a Rhime upon your Lass,
I'll make another------Rhimer kiss my A-se.
Boar's-Head, Smithfeld.
D-n their Doublets, and confound their Breeches,
There's none besh-t the Wall but Sons of B-ches.
May
(15)
May the French P--x, and the D--vil take 'em all,
That besh-t their Fingers, and wipe them on the
Wall.
Lambeth-Wells Bog-House.
Supposed to be wrote by one who had a great Antipathy to
Tobacco,
This is a Place that's very fitting,
To p--ss, and f-rt, to smoke, and sh--t in.
From a Window in a Great House in Lin-
coln's-Inn-Fields.
A good Wife is like a Turtle that bills and cooes,
and turns up her T—l to her Husband.
King's-Heady Beaconsfield.
In Spring the Fields, in Autumn Hills, I love ;
At Morn the Plains, at Noon the shady Grove ;
But
Delia always, forc'd from Delia's Sight,
Nor Fields, nor Hills, nor Plains, nor Groves de-
light.
At the same Place, 1731.
Love in Fashion, is Copulation. Le H----p.
At the same Place.
The Brave and Wise would never hug
The chearful Bottle and the Jug,
Were not good Liquor in its Season,
An useful Spur to human Reason.
Probatum est, W.T.
A
( 16 )
At Rumford, in a Window.
There's Nothing sure can vex a Woman more
Than to hear the Feats of Love, and be Threescore.
Written on a Looking-Glass, in the Rue Bou-
charie, Paris.
Le Mond est plein de fous,& qui n'en veut point voir,
Doit demeurer tout seul, &
casser son meroir.
The World Is full of Fools and Asses,
To see them not -----retire and break your Glasses.
Oxon, in a Bog-House.
With such violent Rage,
Sir John did engage
With the Damsel which he laid his Leg on,
That his Squire, who stood near,
Swore it look'd like the Spear
Of St. George in the Mouth of the Dragon.
On a Drinking-Glass.
Guard well your Credit, for 'tis quickly gone :
'Tis gain'd by many Actions, lost by one.
At York, in a Window.
When Mr. H-----was chosen Mayor,
We thought our Peace stood very fair,
And hollow'd when he took the Chair.
But see how Mortals may prove civil,
They change their State from Good to Evil:
Set a Beggar on Horseback, he'll ride to the
Devil.
And so It prov'd,
From
( 17 )
From a Window in Yorkshire.
Sir ----- was chosen our Recorder,
Hoping he'd put our Wrongs in Order:
But, in Truth, the young Gentleman prov'd such
a Rake,
That he kiss'd all our Wives, and made all our
Heads ake.
Oxbridge, the Crown.
Puns have two evil Ends:
Sometimes they gain us Foes,
Sometimes they make us lose
our Friends.
At Epping, in a Window.
What care I, to acknowledge my Lord was my
Father?
To inherit his Fortune and Weakness together ;
If a Porter had got me with Health, I'd much
rather.
Rebus on Miss Jane Mar-tin.
To spoil the Cornish Ore,
Names the Npmph that I adore.
Rebus on Miss Bell-a-dine.
What in a Steeple bears a Sound ?
What in the Horn-Book first is found ;
And eat the Meal of glorious Noon ;
Give me, Great Jove,
this Lady soon,
D Whose
( 18)
Whose Name the first three Lines explain:
Her Love's my Life, my Death is her Disdain.
On Miss Hatt-on.
The Pride of Quaker John
Names the Nymph I dote upon,
Miss Willson.
What e'er a Woman wishes most,
And that which marry'd People boast,
Speaks the dear Charmer, who's my Toast.
Miss Hutch-in-son.
The Place were Rabbits are confin'd,
The Place where Strangers are refresh'd ;
And what best pleas'd my Mother's Mind,
Tells you the Charmer of my Breast.
Miss Shuttle-worth.
What a Weaver will toss about all the Day long,
And a Value, whose Praise can't be nam'd in
my Song,
Tells the Name of my Charmer who's witty
and young.
Miss Weathers,
Tell me her Name, whose Looks serene
Shew her a Goddess, or a Queen ;
Who, if in turbulent Disguise,
Will make you shudder at her Eyes:
For her, all others I despise.
Re-
( 19 )
Rebus on Miss Sukey Dart.
Her Name has pierc'd my Heart,
And so we'll never part ;
With her I ne'er ran feel a Smart.
Crown at Harlow.
Death and Marriage are by Destiny,
And both these Things become a Maiden's Fee.
Whether they die between a Pair of Sheets,
Or live to marry, they will lose their Wits ;
So is it destin'd by the Gods above,
They'll live and die by what they love.
R. T. 1721.
York, on a Window.
What signifies your chattering, dearest Nancy,
And swearing d--n your Blood, to please your
Fancy ;
For if your Scruples find that one won't do,
Z—ds, cock, and prime, and then take two.
Captain J, F. 1729.
'Oxbridge, 1719.
Various Religions, several Tenets hold ;
Yet all one God acknowledge, which is
Gold.
Chester, in a Window, 1726.
A Fox was drawn in for Cakes and Ale,
And by a sly Stratagem lost his Tail.
D 2 'Tis
(20)
'Tis no Matter, says Reynard, by Dint of Persua-
sion,
I'll make all my Brethren believe 'tis the Fashion,
Though at the same Time, he was in a d---d
Passion.
Underwritten.
—— Although they all come in,
There's none can laugh, but those that win.
New Fashions are Gins that I mortally hate,
I'll keep my old Fashion, and keep my Estate.
No coaxing, no wheedling, good Mr. Fox.
Recruiting Officer.
Getting is a Chance; but keeping is a Virtue.
Devil-Tavern, 1721.
Whene'er a Man has gain'd his Ends,
He is encompass'd by his Friends;
But when that Man has lost his All,
And wants his Friends, he'as none at all.
In gay Prosperity we see,
That ev'ry one will bend the Knee,
And treat you with their Flattery;
But in a contrary State,
When Gaiety's destroy'd by Fate,
The Man they lov'd before,
--------------------They hate.
In a Bog-House over the Water, at the Spread-
Eagle in Bunny in Nottinghamshire.
The nicest Maid, with the whitest Rump,
May sit and sh—te, and hear it plump.
On
( 21 )
On a Glass Window in the same Place.
For what did Venus love Adonis,
But for the Gristle, where no Bone is ?
In a Bog-House at the Nag's-Head in
Bradmere.
The greatest Monarch, when a fighting,
Looks not so great as I, when sh----ting.
In the same Place.
Such Places as these,
Were made for the Ease
Of every Fellow in common ;
But a Person who writes
On the Wall as sh--tes,
Has a Pleasure far greater than Woman.
For he's eas'd in his Body, and plcas'd in his Mind,
When he leaves both a T----d and some Verses
behind.
Underwritten.
You are eas'd in your Body, and pleas'd in your
Mind,
That you leave both a T----d and some Verses
behind ;
But to me, which is worst, I can't tell, on my
Word,
The reading your Verses, or smelling your T----d.
From
( 22 )
From a Church Door.
On an Eminent Physicians being called out of Church.
Whilst holy Prayers to Heaven were made,
One soon was heard, and answer'd too,
Save us from sudden Death,
was said,
And strait from Church Sir H-----withdrew.
From the Four Swans at Oxbridge.
There's none but the Vicious, or the Base,
That false Reports can trouble or disgrace:
The virtuous Man must ever stand secure
'Gainst all the Lies which Falsehood can procure :
For a sound Mind or Conscience gives a Peace,
Which to Eternity can never cease.
E. K.
Underwritten.
D----n your conscientious Rascals ; there's so
Few of them in this Age, that a Man appears
singular who is govern'd thereby.
Capt. T.R. 1730.
Rumford, on a Window.
How shall the Man e'er turn to dust
Who daily wets his Clay.
Underwritten.
In Dust he may fly
As Fools gallop by,
And no body can say Nay.
The
(23)
The galloping Song, from Newmarket, in the
Compass of the Flute.
Buxom
Joan got on a bald
Mare ; she rid ramping on to
The Fair, with a Whip and
Spur. Such jogging, such flogging,
Such splashing, such dashing, was ne'er
seen there.
Jolly
Tom, cry'd out as she
Come, thou Monkey Face,
Punkey
(24)
Punkey Face, lousey Face,
Frouzey Face, hold thy Hand,
Make a Stand, thou'lt be down. No
Sooner
Tom. spoke, but
Down comes
Joan, with her
Head and Bum up and down,
So that her A--se was shown.
Bald Mare ran galloping all the Way home.
Temple
( 25 )
Temple, in a Gentleman's Chambers.
When Phillis wore her brightest Face,
All Men rejoic'd in every Grace:
Her Patch, her Mein, her Forward Chin,
Cry'd, Gentlemen, Pray who'll come in :
But now her Wrinkles are come on her,
All Men who ever were upon her,
Cry out, a Fart upon her Honour.
C.M.
On a Wall, at a School in Norwich. In Dog
Latin.
J. Jackson currit plenum sed
Et læsit meum magnum ad. R.L.
The English Translation, Word for Word.
J. Jackson run full-butt,
And hurt my Great Toe.
Written on the Door of two celebrated
Milliners.
Within this Place
Lives Minerva and Grace,
An Angel hangs out at the Door ;
If you rise in the Night,
And call for a Light,
Then presently down comes a Wh-----.
Angel, at Marlborougb. Upon Miss M--k.
Her Step delivers those her Eyes enslave,
She looks to conquer, but she treads to save.
From
( 26 )
From a Window at Kidderminster, Wor-
cestershire.
A Scrap of a Lady's Life.
When first she wakes, a Sigh or two she fetches,
Then rubs her Eyes,------ and Arms and Legs she
stretches !
Oh! for a Husband, out she gently cries,
If, he were here, -----he would not let me rise ;
But I must up, for Fear my Love should stay,
And we should be too late at the new Play.
Here,
Jenny, reach my Slippers, bring the Pot ;
Then out she jumps, and down she gives a Squat,
I think I need not tell you what to do,
And then she lets a merry Crack or two.
W. Overb--ry.
Bog-House at Ludlow.
Two pitiful Dukes at our Race did appear ;
One bespoke him a Girl, the other new Geer,
And both went away without paying I hear,
For the Cheat lov'd his Money, and so did the Peer.
Underwritten.
You Rogue, Taylor shan't catch me, while your
Legs they are cross'd.
Don't cry, my dear Girl, since you nave got more
than you lost.
FINIS.