e too much,
And make me her Drudge, but I'll have none such,
And I'll, _&c._

If I should Marry with one that is Blind,
All for to seek and worse for to find,
I then should have nothing to please my Mind,
And I'll, _&c._

If I should Marry with one that is Dumb,
How could she welcome my Friends that come,
For her best language is to say Mum,
And I'll not be Married yet, yet, yet,
And I'll not be Married yet, yet, yet.

If I should Marry with one that is Deaf,
Hard of Belief, and Jealous 'till death,
To the Jawm of a Chimney spend I my Breath,
And I'll, _&c._

If I should Marry with one that is Fine,
She will spend all in Ale and in Wine,
Spend she her own, she shall not spend mine,
And I'll, _&c._

If I should Marry with one that is Tall,
I having but little she would have it all,
Then will I live single, whate'er it befal,
And I'll, _&c._

For when I am Married I must be glad,
To please my Wife though never so bad,
Then farewel the Joys that lately I had,
And I'll not be Married yet, yet, yet,
And I'll not be Married yet, yet, yet.

_Maids that will not when you may,
When you would, you shall have nay._

_The Power of Verse._

[Music]

Tho' thou'rt ugly and Old,
A damn'd Slut and a Scold,
Yet if you will tip me a Guinea;
By the help of my Rhimes,
To the latest of Times,
Thou shalt have thy Adorers dear _Jenny_.

We Bards have a knack,
To turn White into Black,
And make Vice seem Vertue, which odd is;
True Poetical Cant,
Dubbs a Rebel a Saint,
And refines a Jilt into a Goddess.

These trick Rhiming Sages,
Observ'd in all Ages,
To dress naked Truth in a Fable;
And tho' ev'ry story,
Out-did Purgatory,
They still were believ'd by the Rabble.

Pray what was _Acteon_,
Whom Dogs made a Prey on,
But a Sportsman undone by his Chasing;
Or the fam'd _Diomede_,
Of whom his Nags fled,
But a Jockey quite ruin'd by racing?

_Medaea_, 'tis sung,
Could make old Women Young.
Tho' she nought but a true waiting-Maid is;
Who with Comb of black Lead,
With Paint white and Red,
With Patch and wash, vamps up grey Ladies.

_Vulcan_ left the Bellows,
And Sooty left good Fellows,
That he might take of _Nectar_ a Cann full;
_Venus_ was a gay Trull,
To