ed for a Dram in
the second Line, and sings with an Air, seeing her Goddessship as dirty
as the Devil.

__Cinderaxan_'s sablehew'd Aspect,----
Fulloffun, though the Doxey can seemcoy._

And here we leave off. Is not the Devil in the People, that they will
not encourage a good Thing, when they have it before them.

_Crown at Uxbridge,_ 1708.

_An Acrostick upon something or other._

Commodious for a Haven made,
Under a rising Bank,
Nature has fix'd a Place of Trade,
To Men of any Rank.

_Underwritten._

Riddle my ree, _&c._
And read the four first Letters, and you'll see.

_R. M._

_A Man hanging for Love, drawn when Painting was in its Cradle, with his
Dog barking at him, _viva voce_. From the three Pigeons at Brentford._

[Illustration]

The Occasion of this dangling Story, was from a Lady who hated him, and
set him about it.

Go hang thyself, quoth cruel She,
Go hang thyself I say.
The Man obey'd her presently,
And made himself away. _Mary Worthless._

The Criticks do not make out whether he _walk'd_ off, or _went_ off,
neither does the Figure determine which.

Hang me, if I will _hang_ for any Woman,
For most of them alike are very common;
I'd sooner trudge as I have done before,
Than hang upon a d----d confounded Whore.

_Underwritten._

No Matter if the Man is longer than the Gallows,
He smokes and drinks his Glass like honest Fellows.

_Upon a Drinking-Glass at Charing-Cross._

_Nanny Sach----l_ is all my Toast;
She's all I wish for, and is all my Boast.

_Egham, at the Red Lion._

Help me, ye Pow'rs, to sing my _Sylvia_'s Praise;
Nor _P - - pe_ nor _Sw - - ft_ can do it now a-days.
But you, nor I, or them, can ever boast, }
There ever was in _Europe_ such a Toast; }
All we can say, is, _Lucy_ rules the Roast. }

_At a Place not to be recorded._

A d - - - d confounded Bitch,
Ugly and cunning as a Witch.
Her Bill shall be preferr'd by Law;
The House we wish we'd never saw.
One Pound five and ten Pence;
Grant her Repentance;
We'll never come here again;
And let her alone remain.

J. S.
R. S. 17 July.
1722. very truly.

I do not complain of my _Phillis_,
Because I know what her proud Will is;
For I know how she'll rant,
And I know what I want;
G - - d d - - - n her old Aunt;
I stand here, and wait for