The Merry-Thought | Page 9

moretoss.
* Fill.
English'd thus for the Benefit of the Ladies, though 'tis much the same in the Greek.
O my Gammer Hocus, the bald Mare has canted me one Toss; Fill a Dram, sick am I, some Spirit offer me to suck on. Dear Hokey be hasty, for Bum suffers sore by a Thump on't. No bald Mare my Gammon shall contuse again by one more Toss.
Then out comes Gammer Hocus, when the Goddess had called for a Dram in the second Line, and sings with an Air, seeing her Goddessship as dirty as the Devil.
Cinderaxan's sablehew'd Aspect,---- Fulloffun, though the Doxey can seemcoy.
And here we leave off. Is not the Devil in the People, that they will not encourage a good Thing, when they have it before them.
Crown at Uxbridge, 1708.
An Acrostick upon something or other.
Commodious for a Haven made, Under a rising Bank, Nature has fix'd a Place of Trade, To Men of any Rank.
Underwritten.
Riddle my ree, &c. And read the four first Letters, and you'll see.
R. M.
A Man hanging for Love, drawn when Painting was in its Cradle, with his Dog barking at him, viva voce. From the three Pigeons at Brentford.
[Illustration]
The Occasion of this dangling Story, was from a Lady who hated him, and set him about it.
Go hang thyself, quoth cruel She, Go hang thyself I say. The Man obey'd her presently, And made himself away. Mary Worthless.
The Criticks do not make out whether he walk'd off, or went off, neither does the Figure determine which.
Hang me, if I will hang for any Woman, For most of them alike are very common; I'd sooner trudge as I have done before, Than hang upon a d----d confounded Whore.
Underwritten.
No Matter if the Man is longer than the Gallows, He smokes and drinks his Glass like honest Fellows.
Upon a Drinking-Glass at Charing-Cross.
Nanny Sach----l is all my Toast; She's all I wish for, and is all my Boast.
Egham, at the Red Lion.
Help me, ye Pow'rs, to sing my Sylvia's Praise; Nor P - - pe nor Sw - - ft can do it now a-days. But you, nor I, or them, can ever boast, } There ever was in Europe such a Toast; } All we can say, is, Lucy rules the Roast. }
At a Place not to be recorded.
A d - - - d confounded Bitch, Ugly and cunning as a Witch. Her Bill shall be preferr'd by Law; The House we wish we'd never saw. One Pound five and ten Pence; Grant her Repentance; We'll never come here again; And let her alone remain.
J. S. R. S. 17 July. 1722. very truly.
I do not complain of my Phillis, Because I know what her proud Will is; For I know how she'll rant, And I know what I want; G - - d d - - - n her old Aunt; I stand here, and wait for her, THAT still is.
On a beautiful Sempstress, in a Window at Charing-Cross.
Dolly, with Beauty and Art, Has so hemm'd in my Heart, That I cannot resist the Charm. In Revenge I will stitch Up the Hole near her Breach, With a Needle as long as my Arm.
R.
Two Girls at a Bar, that would do't, and one Gentleman would chatter too long.
What the Devil should we meddle With diddle daddle, fiddle faddle; We shall lose the Girls that please; Go to Bed, and take your Ease.
M. C. to his Friend.
Underwritten.
I know they'll ease you both, for I have been aboard of them.
R. C.
I shall tell best at the next Meeting: The Proof of the Pudding is in the eating.
Blue Posts, Charing-Cross.
Use me friendly, use me kind; I'll be the kindest of my Sex; I'll love, be constant, and you'll find, I'll be your own in Middlesex.
Molly Sh----r.
Underwritten.
Take care you keep her Country to yourself.
M. L.
Red Lion at Egham.
I watch and pray for dearest Nancy, Because I always love her Fancy; But then there comes, Like Bailiff Bums, The Watch with Lights we can see; And then she'll pray, And I must pay, And retreat as clean as a Tansey.
Underwritten.
For Money one may whore, And I'll say no more.----
R. T.
At the same Place.
I am a young Thing, just come from my Mammy.
S. L.
Underwritten
Then you want to be kiss'd, G - - d d - - - n ye.
Captain R. T.
Bull-and-Mouth-Street.
If Virtue rules the Minds of Women, They'll never let you touch their Linnen; But if they are not Virtue Proof, Then you may kiss them oft enough.
Uxbridge, at the Crown.
Molley came up to Town precise, Demure, yet fire in her Eyes; So did she look confounded civil; With Grace and Beauty like a Devil; But soon her Eyes drew in some Hearts, } And some Things else like Cupid's Darts, } Which gave her Pains, and many Smarts. }
Underwritten.
Thou Puppy, ---- The Fire of her