quests, gain'd by blooming Maids,
Now must to modern Operas yield,
As they, to courtly Masquerades.
Nor better fares those sweet Retreats
Which they in sultry Summer chose:
Since _Scarb'rough_, Paradise of Sweets!
On ruined _Bath_ and _Tunbridge_ rose.

_Traced with a Smoke of a Candle in _Newgate_._

_Dick_, on two Words, thought to maintain him ever:
The first was _Stand_, and next to _Stand, Deliver_.
But _Dick_'s in _Newgate_, and he fears shall never,
Be blest again with that sweet Word _Deliver_.

_In the Window of a Coffee-House at _Richmond_._

My _Chloe_ is an Angel bright,
But _Chloe_'s common----so is Light.
And who with _Phoebus_ Fault shall find,
Because his Beams to all are kind.

_On a Pannel at the Rose._

_Nanny Meadowes_ has undone me,
From myself her Charms have won me.
With Love's blazing Flames I die,
Whither, whither shall I fly!

_Underneath._

Prithee, Coxcomb, without Whining,
Say thou hast a mind to Sinning
With a Guinea, do but ask her,
Love you'll find----is no hard Task, Sir.

_On a long-winded Preacher at _Coventry_: From a Window there._

Twelve Minutes, and one tedious Hour
_Mills_ kept me once in Pain,
But if I had it my Power,
He ne'er should preach again.

_A _Liliputian_ ODE. Composed at _Tunbridge_._

Charming _Molly_,
Cease your Folly,
Learn to ease me,
No more teaze me.
Love's but Reason
When in Season:
Nay, 'tis Duty,
Youth and Beauty
To improve
In happy Love.
Therefore, _Molly_,
Cease your Folly,
And instead of being coy,
Give, O give your Lover Joy!

_The _Fair Lady's Answer_. In the same Measure._

Rhiming _Billy_,
Soft and silly,
Are the verses,
Muse rehearses,
When with straining
You're obtaining
Her Assistance
'Gainst Resistance,
Made by Mistress
To your Distress.
Therefore early
Quit them fairly,
If you'd be rid of Woe,
Prithee, Prithee, Coxcomb, do.

_The Clowns and the Conjurer. By a Lady._

A Clown, who had lost his Mare,
To his Neighbour, a Wit, did repair,
And begg'd him with him to go
To the famous Doctor _Foreknow_,
A Conjurer powerful and strong,
Who would tell who had done the Wrong.
So when to the Door they came,
The Wit, he besh - - t the same:
Then knocking -- the Doctor appears,
And in Midst of his Passion he swears,
If he knew but the nasty Dog
Who had sh -