The Merry-Thought: or the Glass-Window and Bog-House Miscellany | Page 7

Red-Lion, the Great Room._
Says Sir _John_ to my Lady, as together they sat,?Shall we first go to Supper, or do you know what??Dear Sir _John_, (with a Smile,) return'd the good Lady,?Let us do you know what, for Supper's not ready.
_Bridgnorth, at the Crown._
_Jenny_ had got a Cl - p,?Which was my Mishap:?But Doctor _R----_ set me right,?And I'm now in good Plight.
January 30. 1720. J. W.
_At the Swan at Chelsea, in one of the Summer-Houses; supposed to be written by One who lost his Estate in the South-Sea Year._
Damn the Joke?Of all the Folk:?I've lost my Estate;?And all Men I hate:?I shall look through a Grate,?For I see 'tis my Fate.
The Devil take the Bubbles,
I'm in a Pack of Troubles,
S. B. 1721.
_Under this is wrote,_
Happy's the Man?That well could scan,?Which way his Fortune led him:?I have got what he lost,?I am gay while he's cross'd,?So adieu to good Mr. _B----n_.
Ha! ha! ha! 1722.
_Upon a Clock in Tavistock-Street, Covent-Garden, 1712._
I have no Legs,?And yet I go and stand:?And when I stand, I lie;?Witness my Hand;
_Mentiri non est meum._
_From a Window at Spring-Gardens, Vaux-Hall._
Exil'd from _London_, happy could I live,?Were this my Paradise, and this my _Eve_.
_At the Cardinal's-Cap at Windsor._
_Michael Hunt's Health._
Here's a Health to _Mich. Hunt_,?And to _Mich. Hunt_'s Breeches;?And why may not I scratch _Mich. Hunt_,?When _Mich. Hunt_ itches.
The Clock goes as swift as the Hours that fly,?When together in Bed are my _Chloe_ and I:?But when she is gone, I bemoan my hard Fate,?It is Millions of Years till she knocks at my Gate.
_Underwritten._
D--n the Clock for its Inconstancy; to give me Moments and Ages in the same Time! O my _Chloe_!
R. W. 1720.
_From a Window in Chancery-Lane._
Here did I lay my _Celia_ down;?I got the P - x, and she got half a Crown.
W. T. 1719.
_Underwritten._
Give and take; Weight for Inches.
S. R.
_From a Bog-House at Hampton-Court, supposed to be written by a violent Lover._
Oh! that I were a T - - - d, a T - - - d,?Hid in this secret Place,?That I might see my _Betsy_'s A----,?Though she sh - - t me in my Face.
R. M. 1703.
_Written under this in a Woman's Hand._
'Tis Pity but you had your Wish.
E. W.
_Nottingham, at the Castle: _Jack N----_ cured._
The Five and twentieth Day of _July_,?When _Jack_ with Liquor grew unruly,?In comes Sir _Richard_ with a Quart,?And drank him till he broke his Heart;
So down dropp'd _Jack_?Upon his Back,?And lay,?Till Day,?And went away.
R. C. July 26. 1716.
_Catherine-Wheel, High-Wickham, upon a Window._
_Salley_'s my Toast from Head to Tail;?Not half so good is Toast and Ale.
_J. S._ Esq; of _Oriel-College, Oxon._
_Three-Pigeons, Brentford, in a Window._
How vain the Hopes of Woman's Love,?While all their Hearts inconstant prove;?Nor _M - - - - k_, nor will _Dolly_ come;?Nor _Sukey_ with her thumping B--m;?Nor _Molly_ with her flaring Eyes;?Nor _Nancy_ with her bouncing Thighs:?If one don't come, my Curse is this,?That they may never sh - - t nor p - - ss.
Six in the Morning, R. R. of _Oxford_.
_Three-Pigeons, Brentford, upon a Drinking-Glass._
Dear charming lovely _Nancy L-- --r_,?Thou art my only Toast, I swear.
T. T. from _Coventry_, _Feb._ 13. 1716.
_On another at the same Place._
My dearest _Sukey Percivall_,?Is all my Toast, and that is all.
Captain _F----l_, _July_ 4. 1716.
_Red-Lion, at Southwell, in a Window._
_Clarinda_ lay here?With a young Cavalier;?With her Heart full of Fear,?For her Husband was near.
L. L. _Feb._ 2. 1728.
_Written under._
'Tis very true; for we saw _Rem-in-Re_ through the?Key-Hole.?S. M. }?J. M. } _Feb._ 3. 1728.?R. H, }
_Written under._
If the Husband had come,?And had seen his Wife's B - - m,?He'd a known by her Looks,?She'd been playing ----?At Hoy Gammer Cooks.
S. B. _March_ 3. 1728.
_Windsor, the White-Hart, in a Window._
Now is my latest Guinea chang'd,?And gone where it was used to range:?When that was broke, it broke my Heart;?For now for ever we must part,?Unless I boldly meet it on the Road,?And bid the Porter give it me, by G - d.
And so I'll do;
_Tom. Stout_
Will see it out, _Feb._ 2.
_Underwritten._
Win it and take it, says Captain _Hector_: I defy the bold Robber; and I have an hundred Guineas that I shall travel with to-morrow.
_Feb._ 16.
_At the Cardinal's-Cap In Windsor, on a Window._
_J. F._ is fifteen, and so charming her Mien, }?Her Eyes are like Brilliants,