h would only live, the Poor must die.

_In the Window of a _Green-House_ near _Tunbridge_._

Sitting on yon Bank of Grass,
With a blooming buxom Lass;
Warm with Love, and with the Day,
We to cool us went to play.
Soon the _am'rous_ Fever fled,
But left a worse _Fire_ in its Stead.
Alas! that _Love_ should cause such Ills!
As doom to _Diet-Drink_ and _Pills_.

_An Encomium on a _Fart_._

I sing the Praises of a _Fart_.
That I may do't by Rules of _Art_.
I will invoke no _Deity_,
But _Butter'd-Pease_ and _Furmity_;
And think their Help sufficient
To sit and furnish my Intent:
For sure I must not use _high Strains_,
For fear it bluster out in _Grains_.
When _Virgil_'s _Gnat_, and _Ovid_'s _Flea_,
And _Homer_'s _Frogs_ strive for the Day;
There is no Reason in my Mind,
That a brave _Fart_ should come _behind_:
Since that you may it _parallel_,
With any Thing that doth _excel_.
_Musick_ is but a _Fart_ that's sent
From the _Guts_ of an _Instrument_:
The Scholar _farts_; but when he gains
Learning with _cracking_ of his Brains;
And having spent much Pain and Oil,
_Thomas_ and _Dun_ to reconcile,
For to learn the abstracting _Art_,
What does he get by't? Not a _Fart_.
The Soldier makes his Foes to run
With but the _Farting_ of a Gun;
That's if he make the _Bullet whistle_,
Else 'tis no better than a _Fizzle_:
And if withal the Winds do stir-up
Rain, 'tis but a _Fart_ in Syrrup.
They are but _Farts_, the _Words_ we say,
Words are but _Wind_, and so are they.
Applause is but a _Fart_, the crude
_Blast_ of the fickle Multitude.
The Boats that lie the _Thames_ about,
Be but _Farts_ several Docks let out.
Some of our _Projects_ were, I think,
But politick _Farts_, _Foh! how they stink_!
As soon as born, they by-and-by,
_Fart-like_, but only breathe, and die.
_Farts_ are as good as _Land_, for both
We hold _in Tail_, and _let_ them both:
Only the Difference here is, that
_Farts_ are _let_ at a lower _Rate_.
I'll say no more, for this is right,
That for my _Guts_ I cannot write;
Though I should study all my Days,
Rhimes that are worth the Thing I praise:
What I have said, take in good Part,
If not, I do not care a _Fart_.

_Written in Chalk under the _George-Inn_ Sign at _Farnham_._

St. _George_ to save a _Maid_, a _Dragon_ slew,
A gallant Action, grant the Thing be true.
Yet some