ld Mare;
she rid ramping on to The Fair,
with a Whip and Spur.
Such jogging, such flogging,
Such splashing, such dashing,
was ne'er seen there.
Jolly _Tom_, cry'd out as she Come,
thou Monkey Face, Punkey Face,
lousey Face, Frouzey Face,
hold thy Hand, Make a Stand,
thou'lt be down.
No Sooner _Tom._ spoke, but Down comes _Joan_,
with her Head and Bum up and down,
So that her A----se was shown.
Bald Mare ran galloping all the Way home.

_Temple, in a Gentleman's Chambers._

When _Phillis_ wore her brightest Face,
All Men rejoic'd in every Grace:
Her Patch, her Mein, her Forward Chin,
Cry'd, Gentlemen, Pray who'll come in:
But now her Wrinkles are come on her, }
All Men who ever were upon her, }
Cry out, a Fart upon her Honour. }

_C. M._

_On a Wall, at a School in Norwich. In Dog Latin._

_J. Jackson_ currit _plenum sed_
Et laesit meum _magnum ad_.

_R. L._

_The English Translation, Word for Word._

_J. Jackson_ run _full-butt_,
And hurt my _Great Toe_.

_Written on the Door of two celebrated Milliners._

Within this Place
Lives _Minerva_ and _Grace_,
An Angel hangs out at the Door;
If you rise in the Night,
And call for a Light,
Then presently down comes a Wh----.

_Angel, at Marlborough. Upon Miss M - - k._

Her Step delivers those her Eyes enslave,
She looks to conquer, but she treads to save.

_From a Window at Kidderminster, Worcestershire._

_A Scrap of a Lady's Life._

When first she wakes, a Sigh or two she fetches,
Then rubs her Eyes,----and Arms and Legs she stretches!
Oh! for a Husband, out she gently cries,
If he were here,----he would not let me rise;
But I must up, for Fear my Love should stay,
And we should be too late at the new Play.
Here, _Jenny_, reach my Slippers, bring the Pot;
Then out she jumps, and down she gives a Squat,
I think I need not tell you what to do,
And then she lets a merry Crack or two.

W. Overb - - ry.

_Bog-House at Ludlow._

Two pitiful Dukes at our Race did appear;
One bespoke him a Girl, the other new Geer,
And both went away without paying I hear,
For the Cheat lov'd his Money, and so did the Peer.

_Underwritten._

You Rogue, Taylor shan't catch me, while your Legs they are cross'd.
Don't cry, my dear Girl, since you have got more than you lost.

_FINIS._