ned, against Father Girard's powerful
Injunction. In a Window at Maidenhead._

My dearest _Kitty_, says the _Fryar_, }
Give me a holy Kiss, and I'll retire, }
Which Kiss set all his Heart on Fire. }
He had no Rest that Night, but often cry'd, }
Z - - - nds, my dear _Kitty_ shall be occupy'd; }
I'll lay aside my Rank, I will not be deny'd. }
To-morrow I'll try her,
Said the Fryar;
And so he went to her,
And did undoe her,
By making her cry out for Mercy;
And then he kiss'd her _Narsey-Parsey_.

_L. F._ 1731.

_Underwritten._

Dear _Kitty_ could never have suffered Disgrace, }
If whilst the old Fryar was kissing her A - - - se, }
She'd pull'd up her Spirits, and sh - - t in his Face. }

_From an hundred Windows._

That which frets a Woman most,
Is when her Expectation's crost.

_Sun behind the Exchange._

_To Mr. _D-----b_, on his being very hot upon Mrs. _N. S._ _1714_._

When the Devil would commit a Rape.
He took upon him _Cupid_'s Shape:
When he the Fair-One met, at least,
They kiss'd and hugg'd, or hugg'd and kiss'd;
But she in amorous Desire,
Thought she had _Cupid_'s Dart,
But got Hell Fire,
And found the Smart.

_N. B._ And then the Surgeon was sent for.

_From the White-Hart at Acton._

_Kitty_ the strangest Girl in Life,
For any one to make a Wife;
Her Constitution's cold, with warm Desire,
She kisses just like Ice and Fire.

_At the Bear-Inn, Spinham-Land._

E V A N K it is a Word of Fame,
Spell it backwards, 'tis your Name.

_S. T._ 1710.

Find it out if 'tis your Name,

_R. M._

_At the Cranes, Edgeworth._

As I walk'd by myself,
I said to myself.
And myself said again to me:
Look to thyself,
Take Care of thyself,
For no Body cares for thee.
Then I myself
Thus answer'd myself,
With the self-same Repartee:
Look to thyself,
Or look not to thyself,
'Tis the self-same Thing to me.

_John Careless._

_On a Frier who cuckol'd a Dyer at Roan in France; and the Dyer's
Revenge in dying him _Blue_._

There was a topping Dyer,
Was cuckol'd by a Frier:
He saw the Case,
How bad it was,
And feign'd to take a Journey,
Saying softly, Madam, ---- burn ye
But stopping by the Way
He saw the Priest full gay,
Runn