.
But oft oppress'd with Grief and pensive Care,
I to enjoy such Happiness despair.
O wretched me! Celestial Pow'rs above!
O mighty Jove! what must I die for Love!
If you're inclin'd to cure the Wound you gave,
Come quick, relieve, and save me from the Grave.

_Her Answer._

Unhappy Youth, pray trouble not your Mind,
By mighty _Jove_, I swear I will be kind.
I swear by _Venus_, and the Pow'rs above; }
By _Cupid_'s Darts, and all the Joys of Love, }
To thee my Youth, my Swain, I'll ever constant prove. }

_Bog-House at Epsom-Wells._

Privies are now Receptacles of Wit, }
And every Fool that hither comes to sh----t, }
Affects to write what other Fools have writ. }

_Rain-Deer, Bishop-Stafford._

Hail charming Maid! hail my enchanting Fair,
Thy Beauty's such, what Mortal can forbear?
Have Pity on a Youth's despairing Cries,
Compassion shew, or else your Lover dies.
O that I but one good Enjoyment had!
Grant it me soon, or else I shall go mad.

_Her Answer._

Alas! poor Youth, if you go mad for Love,
Seek your Relief from mighty _Jove_ above.
No Cure I have, my Body's chaste and pure;
A wandering Youth I never can endure.

_Pancras-Wells._

I have had a Cl - p,
By a sad Mishap;
But the Doctor has cur'd it,
And I've endur'd it.
The B - ch that gave it me,
She is gone over Sea.
G - d d - n her A - se,
That fir'd my T - se.

_Peacock, Northampton._

I love dear _Betty_, and _Betty_ loves me;
And it shall not be long before marry'd we be.

_Underwritten._

If you must make a Rhime upon your Lass,
I'll make another----Rhimer kiss my A - se.

_Boar's-Head, Smithfield._

D - n their Doublets, and confound their Breeches,
There's none besh - t the Wall but Sons of B - ches.
May the _French_ P - - x, and the D - - vil take 'em all,
That besh - t their Fingers, and wipe them on the Wall.

_Lambeth-Wells Bog-House._

_Supposed to be wrote by one who had a great Antipathy to Tobacco._

This is a Place that's very fitting,
To p - - ss, and f - - rt, to smoke, and sh - - t in.

_From a Window in a Great House in Lincoln's-Inn-Fields._

A good Wife is like a Turtle that bills and cooes, and turns up her
T----l to her Husband.

_Kings-Head, Beaconsfield._

In Spring the Fields, in Autumn Hills, I love;
At Morn the Plains, at Noon the shady Grove;
But _Del