an it e'er be thought,
What's bred i'th' Bone can out o'the Flesh be brought:
Her Mother kiss'd with every one, and _Moll_ does plainly shew her;
For _Molly_ kind is kiss'd by none, but only all that know her.

I. S. 1718.

_From another Pane in the same Place._

As dear _N----y B----k_ look'd into the Street,
From this Window where now I am musing,
I poop'd her behind, but no Body see't,
And she prov'd ne'er the worse for my using.

T. B.

_Underwritten._

Ungrateful Wretch, thou'rt scarcely fit to live,
Much less such Favours worthy to receive.
A greater Curse than leading Apes in Hell,
The Fool deserves, that dares to kiss and tell.

_On the next Pane._

Dear Madam, pray dont let your Anger abound,
For Faith what you've wrote has no Charm in't;
You often have try'd me, and know I am sound,
Then prithee now where was the Harm in't?
You did me a favour, I did you one too,
And, if I'm not mistaken, a greater;
I'll swear I can't love the Sport better than you,
So pray say no more of the Matter.

_In a Bog-House, at the Bush at Carlisle_, 1718.

Reader,

Within this Place two Ways I've been delighted;
For here I've s----, and likewise here have sh----d.
They both are healthful, Nature's Ease require 'em
And though you grin, I fancy you desire 'em.

_Underwritten._

What Beast alive, could bear to s----
In such a filthy Hole as this is;
The nauseous Stink, might, one would think,
Disturb his Taste for amorous Kisses.

_Underwritten._

This was wrote by some Beau, the Fop you may know,
His squeamish Exception would make one believe it;
Though the Smell where we sh----t, is not grateful a Bit,
Yet I ne'er knew a C----y that favour'd of Civet.

_Oxon, on a Window._

Knowledge, thou Darling of the Soul,
Be thou my Help-Mate o'er a flowing Bowl;
Then will my Time slide easily along,
And ev'ry gen'rous Mortal grace our Song.

_Underwritten._

D----n your Knowledge, says Captain _Blunt_, swear, drink, and smoke,
and you're an honest Fellow.

_Feb._ 13, 1720.

_At the Devices, Wiltshire._

_Peggy_ came in with a smiling Face,
And every Feature had its Grace:
Her Cheeks were blooming, as I'd wish to see; }
Her something else above her Knee, }
Fill'd all my Mind with Extasy; }
And so we went to't.

L. T.

_Bath, on Harrison's Window