Whitfhed's Motto on his Coach.

A Panegyrick on the Dn.

A Defcription of an Irish Feast.

P. 279

P. 281

P. 295

Clever Tom Clinch going to be banged.

On reading Dr. Young's Satyrs.

P. 298

P. 299

Verfes fent by Dr. Delany to Dr. S.

P. 302

The Anfwer.

P. 303

The Lady's Dreffing-Room.

P. 305

A beautiful Nymph going to Bed.

P. 312

Strephon and Chloe.

P. 316

A quibbling Elegy on Judge Boat.

P. 331

The Power of Time.

Apollo, or a Problem folved.

On burning a dull Poem.

Caffinus and Peter, a tragical Elegy.

The Author upon himself.

To the Earl of Oxford.

A quiet Life and a good Name.

To the Earl of Peterborough.

Judas.

P.355

In Sickness.

P. 356

An excellent Song on a feditious Pamphlet.

P. 358

A Simile on the Want of Silver.

On Wood the Iron-Monger.

P. 361

P. 363

Wood an Infect.

P.365

Advice to the Grub-Street Writers.

P. 367

Defire and Poffeffion.

P. 369

A Paftoral Dialogue between Richmond-

Lodge and Marble-Hill.

P. 372

On five Ladies at Sots-Hole:

P. 378

A Riddle.

P. 380

Another.

The Gulph of all human Poffeffions.

Louifa to Strephon.

Another.

On Cenfure.

p. 382, 383, 384, 386, 388

P. 390

P. 395

P. 397

P. 398

Το

Death and Daphne.

P. 406

p. 402

On Mr. P―y being put out of the Council.

p. 406

Upon the horrid Plot difcovered.

P: 409

On Stephen Duck the Thresher.

The Furniture of a Woman's Mind.

Hardship put upon Ladies.

To Mr. Gay on bis being Steward to the}

Duke of Queensberry.

On the B

S.

P. 413

P. 416

P. 417

the ibid.

P. 426

A Love Song in the modern Tafte.

P. 430

On Poetry, a Rapfody.

P. 433

The Dog and Thief.

P. 457

The Revolution at Market-Hill.

P. 458

Verfes on the upright Judge, who condem-

ned the Drapier's Printer.

On feeing Verfes written upon Windows.

On the Words Brother Proteftants and

Fellow Chriftians.

Ad Amicum Eruditum Thomam Sheridan. P. 475

Carberiæ Rupes in Comitatu Corgagenfi

apud Hybernicos.

An English Translation of Carberia Rupes.

P. 479

To

TO THEIR

* EXCELLENCIES

THE

LORDS JUSTICES

OF

IRELAND.

The bumble Petition of Frances Harris,
Who muft ftarve, and die a Maid if it mifcarries.

Written in the Year 101.

Humbly fheweth,

T

HAT I went to warm myself in Lady
Betty's Chamber, because I was cold;
And I had in a Purfe Seven Pounds,

Four Shillings and Six Pence, (befides Farthings,) in Money and Gold;

* Earl of Berkeley, and the Earl of Galway. VOL. II.

B

So,

So, because I had been buying Things for my Lady laft Night,

I was refolv'd to tell my Money, to fee if it was right. Now you must know, because my Trunk has a very bad Lock,

Therefore all the Money I have, (which, God knows, is a very small Stock,)

I keep in my Pocket, ty'd about my Middle, next my Smock.

So, when I went to put up my Púrfe, as God would have it, my Smock was unript;

And instead of putting it into my Pocket, down it flipt:

Then the Bell rung, and I went down to put my Lady to Bed;

And, God knows, I thought my Money was as fafe

as my Maidenhead.

So, when I came up again, I found

very light,

my Pocket feel

But when I fearch'd, and miss'd my Purfe, Lord! I thought, I should have funk outright :

Lord! Madam, fays Mary, how d'ye do? Indeed, faid I, never worse:

But pray, Mary, can you tell what I have done

with my Purfe!

Lord

Lord help me, faid Mary, I never stirr'd out of this Place:

Nay, faid I, I had it in Lady Betty's Chamber that's a plain Cafe.

So Mary got me to Bed, and cover'd me up warm ; However, she stole away my Garters, that I might do myself no Harm.

So, I tumbl'd and tofs'd all Night, as you may very well think;

But hardly ever fet my Eyes together, or flept a Wink.

So, I was a-dream'd, methought, that we went and fearch'd the Folks round;

And in a Corner of Mrs. Duke's Box, ty'd in a Rag, the Money was found.

So, next Morning we told † Whittle, and he fell a

fwearing;

Then my Dame 5 Wadgar came, and fhe, you know, is thick of Hearing: