The Merry-Thought: or the Glass-Window and Bog-House Miscellany | Page 6

Dyer, ---- go on,?And as I am blunt,?If I find you have don't,?I'll dye you for Life,?For debauching my Wife;?And as good as his Word,?For he car'd not a T - - d,?Away goes the Dyer,?Caught his Wife with the Frier.?And led the Monk down,?And pickled him soon,?In a Dye-Fat of Blue, }?Which he ever will rue, }?'Twas so lasting a Hue; }?And that spoilt his hunting,?A Twelve-month or two, _&c._
_Daniel Cowper, &c._
_On a Tavern Window in Fleet-Street._
_An Address to our present Petit-Maitres._
No more let each fond foppling court a Brother,?And quit the Girls to dress for one another;?Old maids, in Vengeance to their slighted Beauty,?Shall one Day make you wish you'd done your Duty;?Thro' H - - ll they drag ye on most aukward Shapes,?Yoak'd in their Apron-Strings, and led for Apes.
_Written under a Couple of paultry Verses, in a _Woman_'s Hand._
Immodest Words admit of no Defence;?For Want of Decency is want of Sense.
_Eaton, on a Window._
_A Discourse by Numbers and Figures._
When I came to V,?We made IV of us II;?Yet I took the Right Hand,?And then what came of V?
V was lesser by I?Then V had been beIV:?But an L and some Xes?Would make V LXXX.
If V could C as well as I,?'Tis a hundred to one, but I comply;?Then V and I together fix,?I'll stand by V, and make V VI.
_On a Window in Mainwaring's Coffee-House, Fleet-Street._
_Omnia Vincit Amor._
If Kisses were the only Joys in Bed,?Then Women would with one another wed.
_At the Same Place._
Let _Jove_ his _Juno_, and his _Nectar_ boast,?Champain's my Liquor, and Miss _K - - - g_ my Toast.
_Rumford on a Window._
When full of Pence, I was expensive,?And now I've none, I'm always pensive.
_Underwritten._
Then be at no Expence?And you'll have no Suspence.
_W. T._
_Dean's Yard, Westminster, in Charcoal, on a Wall, a Verse to be read upwards or downwards or arsey-versey the same._
S A T O R?A R E P O?T E N E T?O P E R A?R O T A S
_Maidenhead, in a Window._
_In a Window, In a Window,?I saw a Cat lick her Ear in a Window._
Nay, Sir, ---- she cry'd, I'll swear I won't.?I vow I never yet have don't!?Lord! Pray, Sir, do not press me so;?I'll call for all the Folks below.?Good Lord! what is't? You're very rude;?And then she acted like a Prude.?And then,
Like Birds of a Feather,?They flock'd together.
_S. T._
_Rebuses on Drinking-Glasses, at a private Club of Gentlemen._
_Miss Wall-sing-ham._
What encloses a Plat, as I wish her dear Arms?Had my Body encompass'd, with Nightingale's Charms,?And the Leg of an Hog, gives my dearest her Name.?Her Beauties so great set my Heart on a Flame.
_Rebus on Miss Nick-ells._
Take the Devil's short Name,?And much more than a Yard,?You've the Name of the Dame?I shall ever regard.
_Rebus on Miss S. Bell._
The greatest Noise on Sundays made,?Tells us her Name in Masquerade,?Whom I must kiss, ---- or be a _Shade_.
_Rebus for Miss M. Cotton._
One of the softest Things in Nature,?Beareth the Name of my dear Creature.
_Rebus on Miss Anne Oliv-er._
A Pickle of excellent Growth, }
And to *_Sin_ against the Truth, }
Tells the Name of a Virgin of Beauty and Youth. }
? i.e. _To Err_.
_Rebus on Miss Par-sons._
A famous Old Man of Old Time, }?And his Children, the Males of his Line, }?Give the Name of my Beauty Divine. }
_Rebus on Miss Har-ring-ton._
The Pleasure of the Sportsman's Chase;?The Pledge in Matrimonial Case,?With Twenty Hundred Weight beside,?Name her I wish to make my Bride.
_At Epsom on a Window._
When my brisk Lass?Upon the Grass,?Will sport, and _Give_ her Love;?She'll wink and pink,?Till she can't think;?That's Happiness, by _Jove!_
_Per Jovem Juro._?J. M.
_The following is in a _Caberet_ Window at _Paris_, to be read forwards and backwards the same._
Roma tibi subito motibus ibit amor.
_Underwritten._
Le Diable t'emporte.
_The Three Last Words, the Criticks tell us, spells in English, _The Devil take you_._
_At the same Place._
_Chagrin come le Diable:_?For a Girl has spoil't my _Bauble_.
_A Heathen Greek Line from a Wall at Westminster._
_Souldramaton, Acapon, Alphagoose, Pastiveneson._
_In English._
Shoulder of Mutton, a Capon, half a Goose, Pasty of Venison.
_In Dog-Latin at the same Place._
_O mirum Fartum,?Perigrinum Gooseberrytartum._
_N.B._ _Fartum_ is the only _Latin_ Word for Pudding: And as far as I can trace it amongst the Antients, there is no _Latin_ for a Gooseberry-Tart; so that the Lad who writ it, had no need to Apologize for making a Word or two: As for _Fartum_, 'tis allow'd in our Times; for we say _Fartum pistum_, is a _baked Pudding_; and _Fartum coctum_ is a _boiled Pudding_: And if the Boy loved these Things, what is it to us; let every one mind his own Business.
_Brentford at the