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 Lustre laid:
And that those Spots were but to hide, to hide
Excess of Lustre 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 Lust 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 Assignations 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 Damnation.

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 wh