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_I. H._ Esq; I can boast, The greatest Conquest o'er the greatest Toast.
_Underwritten._
Proud Puppy, who pretend'st to find, } A Woman with a constant Mind, } Surely denotes that Love is blind. } For I have kiss'd her myself, Or else I'm an Elf,
_R. C. Fellow-Commoner, Oxon._
_Spinham-Land; in a Window._
Sir _John_ at this Place } Kiss'd her Grace, } Which he proved Face to Face. }
_C. W._ _April_ 14. 1710.
_Underwritten._
While this was a-doing, Her Maid I was wooing: She did like her Lady, But made me a Daddy.
_J. W._ _April_ 12. 1711.
_Hampton-Court, at the Mitre, 1718._
How have I strove to gain the Fair? } And yet how little does she care? } But leaves me starving with Despair. } 'Tis now full Eight, I fear her Spouse Has given her a Rendezvous.
_Those five Lines were crossed out; but then follows:_
D - - - mn the first Lines, they are not mine, T'abuse a Lady so divine; Altho' I waited for her Hours, I have enjoy'd her lovely Powers, Her Wit, her Beauty, and her Sense, Have fully made me Recompence.
Captain _R. T._ _July_ 10. 1710.
_Underwritten._
Friend Captain T, If thou can'st C, Mind what I have to say to thee, Thy Strumpet Wh--re abominable, Which thou didst kiss upon a Table, Has made thy manly Parts unable.
_Farewel, &c. Z. B._
_Toy, at Hampton-Court_, 1708.
D - - - n _Molley H----ns_ for her Pride, She'll suffer none but Lords to ride: But why the Devil should I care, Since I can find another Mare?
_L. M. August._
_Star-Inn at Coventry, in a Window._
_Letter to _Will S - - - rs_, Esq;_
Dear _Will_, I ever will Be at your will, Whene'er you will, And where you will; So that your Will Be Good-Will, I never will Dispute your Will; But give you Will For Will.
At this Time, At all Times, Or any Time, But such Times As bad Times: For Lemon Thyme, Or Common Time, Or Tripple Time, Are not Times Like your Times And my Times For Pastimes.
Then betimes Suit your Time To my Time; Or my Time Is lost Time.
I wish you well, And hope you're well, As I am well; So all's well That ends well; Then farewell.
_R. B. April_ 17. 1714.
_Star at Coventry, on a Window._
Drunk at _Comb-Abbey_, horrid drunk; Hither I came, and met my fav'rite Punk.
But she as well might have embrac'd a Log, } All Night I snor'd, and grunted like a Hog, } Then was not I a sad confounded Dog! }
_R. H._
I'll never get drunk again, For my Head's full of Pain, And it grieves me to think, That by Dint of good Drink, I should lie with my _Phillis_ in vain.
_R. H._ 1712.
_Salisbury, the King's Arms, on the Wall._
Here was a 'Pothecary's Wife, Who never lov'd her Spouse in all her Life; And for want of his Handle, Made use of a Candle: ---- Light as a Feather, To bring Things together.
_S. C._ 1710.
_Underwritten._
Thou Fool, 'twas done for want of Sense, I tickl'd her Concupiscence: And that is enough to save her Credit.
_S. B._ 1712.
_Under this is wrote._
From the Story above, The Girls that love, Have learn'd the Use of Candles; And since that, by _Jove_, And the G.o.d of Love, We have lost the Use of Handles.
_W. S----pe_, _Feb._ 2. 1714.
_Stockbridge, at the Kings-Head._
_Salley Stukely_ is the prettiest Girl in _England_, I wish I was to play a Game with her single-hand.
_R. S._
