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

_Underwritten._

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

_Written upon the Wall of Clements-Inn, when the Dial was put up
which is supported by a black Slave in a kneeling Posture._

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.

_Hampstead on a Window._

I am a Dog ----
In true Fidelity
I am a Sun ----
In faithful Constancy:
I am a Stote, ----
To please a lustful Lass;
I am a Hog, ----
And you may kiss my A----se.
But if my _Celia_ comes within my Ken;
Then I shall be again like other Men.

_On another at the same Place._

My Wife says, Whither do you go?
And I return, my dear, I do not know;
Then d----n your Blood, says she, to use me thus;
And then I call her catterwauling Puss.

_Hampton-Court, at the Mitre._

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.

_On a dyer's Sign at Southwark._

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

_At the Star at Coventry._

A poor Woman was ill in a dangerous Case,
She lay in, and was just as some other Folks was:
By the Lord, cries _She_ then, if my Husband e'er come,
Once again with his Will for to tickle my Bum,
I'll storm, and I'll swear, and I'll run staring wild;
And yet the next Night, the Man got her with Child.

S. M. 1708.

_By Desire not to insert the Place._

What care I for Mistress May'ress;
She's little as the Queen of Fairies:
Her little Body like my Thumb,
Is thicker far than _other some_;
Her Conscience yet would stretch so wide; }
Either on this, or t'other Side, }
That none could tell when they did ride. }

_Underwritten._

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

_In Pencil upon a Wall in a Tavern near Covent-Garden._

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

_Moll. Friskey._

_Star-Inn at Coventry._

_Molly_ the gay, the black, the friskey,
Would kiss lik