resently send and satisfy'd be,
That he Pacifies all by the Rule of Three.
You Ladies who are with a Husband unblest,
And are minded to make him a delicate Beast;
He'll fix the Brow-antlers just where they should be,
And all by his Art in the Rule of Three.
You Lasses at large of the true Female Race,
Who are glad of the Men who will lye on their Face;
Do but try the bold _Britton_, you all will agree,
That you never did know such a Rule of Three.
_A_ SONG. _Set by Mr._ FRANK.
The Night is come that will allow,
No longer any Coyness now,
But every freedom must to Love be given;
What tho' the Shadows of the Night,
Withdraw her Beauty from his sight,
The Youth another way, another way,
Another way will find his Heav'n.
See, see the charming Nymph is lay'd,
Never again to rise a Maid,
The vigorous Bridegroom now impatient grown;
Thrown himself by her side,
With eager Joy, and amourous Pride,
Ready to seize the Prey that's now his own.
And now that all have left the Place,
Transporting Joys crowd on apace,
The Nymph contends like one that would not win;
Entrain'd with Pleasure now she lies,
The Youth has gain'd the noble Prize,
And now her Fears are past, and Joys begin.
_A_ SONG. _The Words by Mr._ ESCOURT.
[Music]
You tell me _Dick_ you've lately read
That we are beaten in _Spain_;
But prithee Boy hold up thy Head,
We'll beat 'em twice for it again
_With a Fal la la la la la la la._
Is this the Courage you us'd to boast,
Why thou art quite cast down;
You can reflect on what we've lost,
But ne'er think what we've won,
_With a Fal_, &c.
What tho' _Jack Spaniard_ crack and bounce,
He ne'er shall do so again;
We took last Year as many Towns,
As they have now took Men,
_With a Fal_, &c.
In War and Gaming it is the same,
According to the old Saying;
Who's sure to conquer ev'ry Game,
Quite loses the Pleasure of playing:
_With a Fal_, &c.
I think we have a Man of our own,
A Man if I may call him so;
For after those great Deeds he has done,
I may question if he's so or no,
_With a Fal_, &c.
But now if you wou'd know his Name,
'Tis _Johnny Marlborough_;
The beaten _French_ has felt his Fame,
And so shall the Spaniards too,
_With a Fal_, &c.
And since
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