her, THAT _still is_.

_On a beautiful Sempstress, in a Window at Charing-Cross._

_Dolly_, with Beauty and Art,
Has so hemm'd in my Heart,
That I cannot resist the Charm.
In Revenge I will stitch
Up the Hole near her Breach,
With a Needle as long as my Arm.

R.

_Two Girls at a Bar, that would do't, and one Gentleman would
chatter too long._

What the Devil should we meddle
With diddle daddle, fiddle faddle;
We shall lose the Girls that please;
Go to Bed, and take your Ease.

M. C. to his Friend.

_Underwritten._

I know they'll ease you both, for I have been aboard of them.

R. C.

I shall tell best at the next Meeting:
The Proof of the Pudding is in the eating.

_Blue Posts, Charing-Cross._

Use me friendly, use me kind;
I'll be the kindest of my Sex;
I'll love, be constant, and you'll find,
I'll be your own in _Middlesex_.

_Molly Sh----r._

_Underwritten._

Take care you keep her Country to yourself.

M. L.

_Red Lion at Egham._

I _watch_ and _pray_ for dearest _Nancy_,
Because I always love her Fancy;
But then there comes,
Like Bailiff Bums,
The _Watch_ with Lights we _can see_;
And then she'll pray,
And I must pay,
And retreat as clean as a Tansey.

_Underwritten._

For Money one may whore,
And I'll say no more.----

R. T.

_At the same Place._

I am a young Thing, just come from my Mammy.

S. L.

_Underwritten_

Then you want to be kiss'd, G - - d d - - - n ye.

Captain R. T.

_Bull-and-Mouth-Street._

If Virtue rules the Minds of Women,
They'll never let you touch their Linnen;
But if they are not Virtue Proof,
Then you may kiss them oft enough.

_Uxbridge, at the Crown._

_Molley_ came up to Town precise,
Demure, yet fire in her Eyes;
So did she look confounded civil;
With Grace and Beauty like a Devil;
But soon her Eyes drew in some Hearts, }
And some _Things else_ like _Cupid_'s Darts, }
Which gave her Pains, and many Smarts. }

_Underwritten._

Thou Puppy, ----
The Fire of her Eyes occasioned the Flame of her Heart,
And drew the Fire to her lower Part.

_R. L._

_From the same Place._

After a tedious Journey, and my Supper,
And dam----d uneasy with my Crupper,
_Jenney_ came up to warm my Bed, }
A pretty Girl; but I was dead, }
Or else I'd had her M