Part of the IXth ODE of the Fourth BOOK of HORA CE, addressed to Doctor WILLIAM KING, late Lord Archbishop of Dublin. Paulùm fepulta, etc. IRTUE conceal'd within our breaft Eut never fhall the Mufe endure Your labours for the public weal. Him for a happy man I own, Or, Or, if it please the pow'rs divine, With life his country, or his friend. VERSES made for Women wh› ‹ry Apples, etc. C OME buy my fine wares, A hundred a penny, In confcience too many: With his pipe and his pot, ASPARAGUS. RIPE 'fparagrafs, Fit for lad or lafs, To make their water pass: O, 'tis pretty picking ONYON S. COME, follow OME, follow me by the smell, I promise to use you well. Your mistress a fhare, The fecret will never be known; She cannot difcover The breath of her lover, But think it as fweet as her own. } OYSTERS. OYSTER S. HARMING oyfters I cry, And madam your wife Be fhe barren, be fhe old, Be fhe flut, or be fhe fcold, Eat my oyfters, and lye near her, B HERRINGS. E not fparing, Buy my herring Bb 4 Fiefh * Fresh from Malahide, Come, eat 'em with pure fresh butter and Their bellies are foft, and as white as a custard. Come, fix-pence a dozen to get me some bread, Or, like my own herrings, I foon fhall be dead. COM ORANGE S. ME buy my fine oranges, fauce for And charming when squeez'd in a pot of Well roafted, with fugar and wine in a cup, They'll make afweet bishopwhen gentlefolks fup. *Malahide, about five miles from Dublin, famous for oysters. TO 1 |