For I'll take all and to spare:
With that she hugg'd his prettier Thing
_Than Ribbonds, or Laces, Points, or Pins,
Gartering, Girdling, Tape, or Filleting,
Maids any Cunny-skins_.

_A_ SONG, _by Mr._ ESCOURT, _To a Tune of Mr._ WELDON'S.

[Music]

The Ordinance a-board,
Such Joys does afford,
As no mortal, no mortal, no mortal, no mortal, no
mortal e'er more can desire;
Each Member repairs,
From the _Tower_ to the stairs,
And by water, by water, by water, they all go to fire.

Of each Piece that's a-shore,
They search from the bore,
And to proving, to proving, to proving, to proving, to
proving, they go in fair Weather;
Their Glasses are large,
And whene'er they discharge,
There's a boo huzza, a boo huzza, a boo huzza, Guns
and Bumpers go off together.

Old _Vulcan_ for _Mars_,
Fitted Tools for his Wars,
To enable him, enable him, enable him, enable him,
enable him to conquer the faster;
But had _Mars_ ever been
Upon our _Wolwich_ Green,
To have heard boo, huzza, boo, huzza, boo, huzza,
he'd have own'd Great _Marlborough_ his Master.

_A_ SONG.

[Music]

A Young Man and a Maid, _put in all, put in all_,
Together lately play'd, _put in all_;
The Young Man was in Jest,
O the Maid she did protest:
She bid him do his best, _put in all, put in all_.

With that her rowling Eyes, _put_, &c.
Turn'd upward to the Skies, _put_, &c.
My Skin is White you see,
My Smock above my Knee,
What wou'd you more of me, _put_, &c.

I hope my Neck and Breast, _put_, &c.
Lie open to your chest, _put in all_,
The Young Man was in heat,
The Maid did soundly Sweat,
A little farther get, _put_, &c.

According to her Will, _put_, &c.
This Young Man try'd his Skill, _put in all_;
But the Proverb plain does tell,
That use them ne'er so well,
For an Inch they'd take an Ell, _put_, &c.

When they had ended sport, _put_, &c.
She found him all too short, _put in all_;
For when he'd done his best,
The Maid she did protest,
'Twas nothing but a Jest, _put in all, put in all_.

_A_ SONG. _The Words by_ JO. HAINS, _Set by Mr._ CHURCH.

[Music]

I Courted and Writ,
Shew'd my Love and my Wit,
And still pretty _Flavia_ deny'd;
'Twas her Virtue I thought,
Made me