aidenhead. }

_R. T._

_Swan at Uxbridge._

Who's been here,
The Devil I fear;
For he's left the Bottles clear.

_R. Est----n_, 1710.

_Underwritten._

'Twas so; for nothing so like the Devil as an empty Bottle.

_G. S._ 1711.

_Boghouse at Uxbridge._

If a Man should breathe backwards, and happens to stink,
You may say, if you will, it is natural _Instinct_.

_Underwritten._

You may quibble upon the Word _Instinct_, if you will; but I think 'tis
better out than in, considering the Case.

_I. M._ of _Oxon._

_Betty Careless, her Prayers: From her Chambers in Drury-Lane, on a
Wall, written with a Piece of Charcoal._

Grant us good lusty Men, ye gracious Pow'rs!
Or else stop up those craving Things of ours!

_From the Plough Ale-House in Fore-Street, near Cripplegate, written
upon a Wall._

Good Bread and Meat, strong Beer withal,
Will make a T d more lasting;
Therefore I think he is a Fool,
That goes out in a Morning fasting.

_Tom. Rudge._

We suppose he wants to eternize his Memory by eating a Breakfast.

When I lay with my bouncing _Nell_,
I gave her an Inch, and she took an Ell:
But I think in this Case it was damnable hard,
When I gave her an Inch, she'd want more than a Yard.

_Hampstead, at the Flask._

Nothing so certain as the Uncertainties of this Life, _says one of the
Greek Philosophers_.

_Hoxton, on a Wall._

What Difference between Kings T - - - ds and mine?
One may be costive, one be full of Slime;
Yet equally will any Hog that feeds,
Produce good Pork by feeding on our Needs.

_Underwritten._

You nasty Dog, you may eat your Pork yourself.

_Hampstead, at the Flask._

Tell me why, ye gen'rous Swains?
Tell me, ye Nymphs upon the Plains?
Why does _Sylvia_ leave the Green?
Has she done any Thing obscene?
They all reply'd, Your _Sylvia_'s gone;
For she will do't with ev'ry one.

_From the Red Lyon at Egham._

She that thinks upon her Honour,
Needs no other Guard upon her.

_Underwritten._

She that has a Man upon her,
Never thinks upon her Honour.

_In Trinity College Boghouse, Dublin._

You who instead of Fodder, Fingers use,
Pray lick 'em clean, and don't this Wall abuse.

_Under which is written;_

These House-of-Office Poets, by the L - - - d,
Instead of Laurel, should be crown'd with T - - - d.

_In a Window, at the Sign o