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This Dance foretells that Couple's Life, Who mean to dance as Man and Wife; As here, they'll first with Vigour set, Give Hands, and turn whene'er they meet; But soon will quit their former Track, Cast off and end in Back to Back.

'Tis hard! 'tis wonderous hard! That the Life of a Man Should be but a Span, And that of a Woman a Yard!

The Wretched pray to make more Haste, The Happy say we fly too fast; Therefore impossible to know, Whether I go too fast or slow.

S. M.

Arra, now what signifies the making the two great Lights? The Sun to light the Day, and the Moons to light the Nights: For the Sun in the Day-Time there is no Occasion, Because I can see very well after my Persuasion: But for the Moons, they are very good in a dark Night, Because when we cannot see they give us a Light.

Rail at your Father, rail at your Mother, Rail at your Sister, rail at your Brother, Rail on, my Boys, and rail at one another.

Rail as you say, and you'll be all railed in.

In vain poor sable Son of Woe, Thou seek'st a tender Ear; In vain thy Tears with Anguish flow, For Mercy dwells not here: From Cannibals thou fly'st in vain, Lawyers less Quarter give; The first won't eat you till you're slain, The last will do't alive.

A Ramp of very noted Name, I need not say, for all Men know her Fame, Lascivious, as the human Race could be, She could not see a Man, but fell in Extasy.

I die to live, I live to die, And hope to live eternally.

S. M. 1708.

Swim for thy Life, dear Boy, for I can feel neither Bottom nor Sides.

I become all Things to all Men, to gain some, or I must have starved.

I've now a Coach and Six before me, Each female court'sies to adore me: But from my dearest I can't part, Without returning her my Heart: Tell her I am gone a Month or longer, While she may gain more Love, and I grow stronger.

Since cruel Fate has robb'd me of the Youth, For whom my Heart had hoarded all its Truth, I'll ne'er love more, dispairing e'er to find, Such Constancy and Truth amongst Mankind.

O mortal Man that's made of Clay, Is here to-Morrow, and is gone to Day.

There's Nothing foul that we commit, But what we write, and what we sh - - t.

We shall B in better Q, When U have I, and I have U.

T. M. 1720

S. S. 1714.

If my Wife had been e'er in the Devil's Hands, } You know it would loose all other Bands, } And I should been pleased with House and Lands. }

F. R. 1718.

PREFACE

I love dearly to quote my Authors.

OPERA.

And here we leave off. Is not the Devil in the People, that they will not encourage a good Thing, when they have it before them.

Commodious for a Haven made, Under a rising Bank, Nature has fix'd a Place of Trade, To Men of any Rank.

The Occasion of this dangling Story, was from a Lady who hated him, and set him about it.

No Matter if the Man is longer than the Gallows, He smokes and drinks his Glass like honest Fellows.

A d - - - d confounded Bitch, Ugly and cunning as a Witch. Her Bill shall be preferr'd by Law; The House we wish we'd never saw. One Pound five and ten Pence; Grant her Repentance; We'll never come here again; And let her alone remain.

J. S. R. S. 17 July. 1722. very truly.

What the Devil should we meddle With diddle daddle, fiddle faddle; We shall lose the Girls that please; Go to Bed, and take your Ease.

M. C. to his Friend.

I know they'll ease you both, for I have been aboard of them.

R. C.

I shall tell best at the next Meeting: The Proof of the Pudding is in the eating.

Take care you keep her Country to yourself.

M. L.

R. T.

I am a young Thing, just come from my Mammy.

S. L.

Then you want to be kiss'd, G - - d d - - - n ye.

Captain R. T.

If Virtue rules the Minds of Women, They'll never let you touch their Linnen; But if they are not Virtue Proof, Then you may kiss them oft enough.

Who's been here, The Devil I fear; For he's left the Bottles clear.

'Twas so; for nothing so like the Devil as an empty Bottle.

Grant us good lusty Men, ye gracious Pow'rs! Or else stop up those craving Things of ours!

Good Bread and Meat, strong Beer withal, Will make a T d more lasting; Therefore I think he is a Fool, That goes out in a Morning fasting.

We suppose he wants to eternize his Memory by eating a Breakfast.

What Difference between Kings T - - - ds and mine? One may be costive, one be full of Slime; Yet equally will any Hog that feeds, Produce good Pork by feeding on our Needs.

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