Window in Chancery-Lane._

Here did I lay my _Celia_ down;
I got the P - x, and she got half a Crown.

W. T. 1719.

_Underwritten._

Give and take; Weight for Inches.

S. R.

_From a Bog-House at Hampton-Court, supposed to be written by a violent
Lover._

Oh! that I were a T - - - d, a T - - - d,
Hid in this secret Place,
That I might see my _Betsy_'s A----,
Though she sh - - t me in my Face.

R. M. 1703.

_Written under this in a Woman's Hand._

'Tis Pity but you had your Wish.

E. W.

_Nottingham, at the Castle: _Jack N----_ cured._

The Five and twentieth Day of _July_,
When _Jack_ with Liquor grew unruly,
In comes Sir _Richard_ with a Quart,
And drank him till he broke his Heart;
So down dropp'd _Jack_
Upon his Back,
And lay,
Till Day,
And went away.

R. C. July 26. 1716.

_Catherine-Wheel, High-Wickham, upon a Window._

_Salley_'s my Toast from Head to Tail;
Not half so good is Toast and Ale.

_J. S._ Esq; of _Oriel-College, Oxon._

_Three-Pigeons, Brentford, in a Window._

How vain the Hopes of Woman's Love,
While all their Hearts inconstant prove;
Nor _M - - - - k_, nor will _Dolly_ come;
Nor _Sukey_ with her thumping B--m;
Nor _Molly_ with her flaring Eyes;
Nor _Nancy_ with her bouncing Thighs:
If one don't come, my Curse is this,
That they may never sh - - t nor p - - ss.

Six in the Morning, R. R. of _Oxford_.

_Three-Pigeons, Brentford, upon a Drinking-Glass._

Dear charming lovely _Nancy L-- --r_,
Thou art my only Toast, I swear.

T. T. from _Coventry_, _Feb._ 13. 1716.

_On another at the same Place._

My dearest _Sukey Percivall_,
Is all my Toast, and that is all.

Captain _F----l_, _July_ 4. 1716.

_Red-Lion, at Southwell, in a Window._

_Clarinda_ lay here
With a young Cavalier;
With her Heart full of Fear,
For her Husband was near.

L. L. _Feb._ 2. 1728.

_Written under._

'Tis very true; for we saw _Rem-in-Re_ through the
Key-Hole.
S. M. }
J. M. } _Feb._ 3. 1728.
R. H, }

_Written under._

If the Husband had come,
And had seen his Wife's B - - m,
He'd a known by her Looks,
She'd been playing ----
At Hoy Gammer Cooks.

S. B. _March_ 3. 1728.

_Windsor, the White-Hart, in a Window._

Now is my latest Guinea chang'd,
And gone where it was used to range: