my Death is her Disdain.

_On Miss Hatt-on._

The Pride of Quaker _John_
Names the Nymph I dote upon.

_Miss Willson._

What e'er a Woman wishes most, }
And that which marry'd People boast, }
Speaks the dear Charmer, who's my Toast. }

_Miss Hutch-in-son._

The Place were Rabbits are confin'd,
The Place where Strangers are refresh'd;
And what best pleas'd my Mother's Mind,
Tells you the Charmer of my Breast.

_Miss Shuttle-worth._

What a Weaver will toss about all the Day long, }
And a Value, whose Praise can't be nam'd in my Song, }
Tells the Name of my Charmer who's witty and young. }

_Miss Weathers._

Tell me her Name, whose Looks serene
Shew her a Goddess, or a Queen;
Who, if in turbulent Disguise, }
Will make you shudder at her Eyes: }
For _her_, all others I despise. }

_Rebus on Miss Sukey Dart._

Her Name has pierc'd my Heart, }
And so we'll never part; }
With her I ne'er can feel a Smart. }

_Crown at Harlow._

Death and Marriage are by Destiny,
And both these Things become a Maiden's Fee.
Whether they die between a Pair of Sheets,
Or live to marry, they will lose their Wits;
So is it destin'd by the Gods above,
They'll live and die by what _they_ love.

R. T. 1721.

_York, on a Window._

What signifies your chattering, dearest _Nancy_,
And swearing d - n your Blood, to please your Fancy;
For if your Scruples find that one won't do,
Z----ds, cock, and prime, and then take two.

Captain J. F. 1729.

_Uxbridge_, 1719.

Various Religions, several Tenets hold;
Yet all one God acknowledge, which is _Gold_.

_Chester, in a Window_, 1726.

A Fox was drawn in for Cakes and Ale,
And by a fly Stratagem lost his Tail.
'Tis no Matter, says _Reynard_, by Dint of Persuasion, }
I'll make all my Brethren believe 'tis the Fashion, }
Though at the same Time, he was in a d----d Passion. }

_Underwritten._

----Although they all come in,
There's none can laugh, but those that win.
New Fashions are Gins that I mortally hate;
I'll keep my old Fashion, and keep my Estate.
No coaxing, no wheedling, good Mr. Fox.
_Recruiting Officer._

Getting is a Chance; but keeping is a Virtue.

_Devil-Tavern_, 1721.

Whene'er a Man has gain'd his Ends,
He is encompass'd by his Friends;