For want of Room, by Virgo's Side,
She'll ftrain a Point, and fit* aftride,
To take thee kindly in between,
And then the Signs will be Thirteen.
ERE, five Feet deep, lies on his Back
A Cobler, Star-monger, and Quack;
Who to the Stars in pure Good-will,
Does to bis beft look upward fill.
Weep all you Customers that use
His Pills, bis Almanacks, or Shoes:
And you that did your Fortunes feek,
Step to his Grave but once a Week:
This Earth, which bears his Body's Print,
You'll find bas fo much Virtue in't,
That I durft pawn my Ears, 'twill tell
Whate'er concerns you, full as well,
In Phyfick, ftolen Goods, or Love,
As he himself could, when above,
* Tibi braabia contrabet ingens Scorpius, &c.
Written in the YEAR 1716.
ESPONDING Phyllis was endu'd
With ev'ry Talent of a Prude:
She trembled when a Man drew near;
Salute her, and she turn'd her Ear;
If o'er against her you were plac'd,
She durft not look above your Waist:
She'd rather take you to her Bed,
Than let fee her dress her Head:
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In Church you heard her, thro' the Crowd,
Repeat the Abfolution loud;
In Church, fecure behind her Fan,
She durft behold that Monfter, Man:
There practis'd how to place her Head,
And bit her Lips, to make them red;
Or, on the Mat devoutly kneeling,
Wou'd lift her Eyes up to the Ceiling
And heave her Bofom, unaware,
For neighb'ring Beaux to see it bare.
AT length, a lucky Lover came,
And found Admittance to the Dame,
Suppofe all Parties now agreed,
The Writings drawn, the Lawyer fee'd,
The Vicar and the Ring befpoke:
Guefs, how could fuch a Match be broke?
See then, what Mortals place their Bliss in
Next Morn, betimes, the Bride was miffing.
The Mother scream'd, the Father chid;
Where can this idle Wench be hid?
No News of Phyl! The Bridegroom came,
And thought his Bride had skulk'd for Shame;
Because her Father us'd to fay,
The Girl bad fuch a bashful Way,
Now John, the Butler, must be sent, To learn the Road that Phyllis wens
The Groom was wish'd to faddle Crop ;
For, John must neither light, nor stop,
But find her wherefoe'er fhe fled,
And bring her back, alive or dead.
SEE here again, the Dev'l to do!
For, truly, John was miffing too.
The Horse and Pillion both were gone!
Phyllis, it feems, was fled with John.
OLD Madam, who went up to find
What Papers Phyl had left behind,
A Letter on the Toylet fees,
To my much bonour'd Fatber
("Tis always done, Romances tell us, When Daughters run away with Fellows) Fill'd with the choiceft Common-Places, By others us'd in the like Cafes; “That, long ago, a Fortune-teller "Exactly faid what now befel her; "And in a Glafs had made her see "A Serving-Man of low Degree. "It was her Fate, must be forgiven, “For Marriages were made in Heaven:
"His Pardon begg'd; but, to be plain,
She'd do't if 'twere to do again.
"Thank God, 'twas neither Shame, nor Sin;
"For John was come of boneft Kin.
"Love never thinks of Rich and Poor,
"She'd beg with John from Door to Door.
"Forgive her, if it be a Crime,
"She'll never do't another Time.
"She ne'er before in all her Life
"Once disobey'd him, Maid nor Wife.
One Argument the fumm'd up all in,
"The Thing was done, and past recalling;
"And therefore hop'd she should recover
"His Favour, when his Paffion's over!
"She valu'd not what others thought her,
"And was his moft obedient Daughter,
FAIR Maidens all, attend the Muse,
Who now the wand'ring Pair pursues,
Away they rode in homely Sort,
Their Journey long, their Money short;
The loving Couple well bemir'd;
The Horfe and both the Riders tir'd:
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