ing fast to his House,
To tickle his Spouse:
'Tis d----n'd vile, thinks the Dyer,
But away went the Frier.
I'll be with you anon,
Says the Dyer, ---- go on,
And as I am blunt,
If I find you have don't,
I'll dye you for Life,
For debauching my Wife;
And as good as his Word,
For he car'd not a T - - d,
Away goes the Dyer,
Caught his Wife with the Frier.
And led the Monk down,
And pickled him soon,
In a Dye-Fat of Blue, }
Which he ever will rue, }
'Twas so lasting a Hue; }
And that spoilt his hunting,
A Twelve-month or two, _&c._

_Daniel Cowper, &c._

_On a Tavern Window in Fleet-Street._

_An Address to our present Petit-Maitres._

No more let each fond foppling court a Brother,
And quit the Girls to dress for one another;
Old maids, in Vengeance to their slighted Beauty,
Shall one Day make you wish you'd done your Duty;
Thro' H - - ll they drag ye on most aukward Shapes,
Yoak'd in their Apron-Strings, and led for Apes.

_Written under a Couple of paultry Verses, in a _Woman_'s Hand._

Immodest Words admit of no Defence;
For Want of Decency is want of Sense.

_Eaton, on a Window._

_A Discourse by Numbers and Figures._

When I came to V,
We made IV of us II;
Yet I took the Right Hand,
And then what came of V?

V was lesser by I
Then V had been beIV:
But an L and some Xes
Would make V LXXX.

If V could C as well as I,
'Tis a hundred to one, but I comply;
Then V and I together fix,
I'll stand by V, and make V VI.

_On a Window in Mainwaring's Coffee-House, Fleet-Street._

_Omnia Vincit Amor._

If Kisses were the only Joys in Bed,
Then Women would with one another wed.

_At the Same Place._

Let _Jove_ his _Juno_, and his _Nectar_ boast,
Champain's my Liquor, and Miss _K - - - g_ my Toast.

_Rumford on a Window._

When full of Pence, I was expensive,
And now I've none, I'm always pensive.

_Underwritten._

Then be at no Expence
And you'll have no Suspence.

_W. T._

_Dean's Yard, Westminster, in Charcoal, on a Wall, a Verse to be read
upwards or downwards or arsey-versey the same._

S A T O R
A R E P O
T E N E T
O P E R A
R O T A S

_Maidenhead, in a Window._

_In a Window, In a Window,
I saw a Cat lick her Ear in a Window._

Nay, Sir, ---- she cry'