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Why should my shepherd take amiss,
of ev'ry kiss complain ;
Chloe, when on thy breast I lie,
Confider, Strephon, what you do ; For, fhall I die for love of you, I'll haunt thy dreams, a bloodless ghoft; An i all my kin, a num'rous hoft,
o down direct our lineage bring Fi in vico:s o'er the Memphian king; (sour'd in feges and campaigns, ivao nuver fled the bloody plains,
Who in tempestuous seas can sport,
A N O T H E R.
Written in the Year 1735.
All over naked I am feen,
VERSES on the upright Judge who con
denned ihe Drapier's Printer.
Written in the Year 1724.
HE church I hate, and have good
; For there my grandfire cut his weazon : He cut his weazon at the altar; I keep my gullet for the halter.
On the same. IN N church your grandfire cut his throat:
To do the job too long he tarry'd, He should have had my hearty vote,
To cut his throat before he marry’d.
On the same.
(The Judge Speaks.)
Nor can you prove it, Mr. Pasquin.
In Christ-church cut his throat for jealousy. And, since the alderman was mad you say, Then I must be fo too, ex traduce.
* An alderman.
A SIMILE, on our Want of Silver, and
the only way to remedy it.
Written in the Year 1725.
S when of old some, forc'ress threw
O'er the moon's face a fable hue, To drive unseen her magic chair, At midnight through the darken’d air; Wise people, who believ’d with reason That this eclipse was cut of season, Afirm'd the moon was sick, and fell To cure her by a counter-spell. Ten thousands cymbals now begin To rend the skies with brazen din; The cymbals rattling founds dispel The cloud, and drive the hag to hell : The moon, deliver’d from her pain, Displays her silver face again. (Note here, that in the chemic ítyle, The moon is fiver all this while.)
So (if my fimile you minded, Which I confefs is too long winded) Theo late a feminine magician *, Join'd viih a brazen politician, A greai lady is reported to have been bribed by Word.