The Merry-Thought Volume Ii Part 3

Arra, now what signifies the making the two great Lights?

The Sun to light the Day, and the Moons to light the Nights: For the Sun in the Day-Time there is no Occasion, Because I can see very well after my Persuasion: But for the Moons, they are very good in a dark Night, Because when we cannot see they give us a Light.

_Crown at Harlow._

Rail at your Father, rail at your Mother, Rail at your Sister, rail at your Brother, Rail on, my Boys, and rail at one another.

_Underwritten._

Rail as you say, and you'll be all railed in.

_Written upon the Wall of Clements-Inn, when the Dial was put up which is supported by a black Slave in a kneeling Posture._

In vain poor sable Son of Woe, Thou seek'st a tender Ear; In vain thy Tears with Anguish flow, For Mercy dwells not here: From Cannibals thou fly'st in vain, Lawyers less Quarter give; The first won't eat you till you're slain, The last will do't alive.

_Hampstead on a Window._

I am a Dog ---- In true Fidelity I am a Sun ---- In faithful Constancy: I am a Stote, ---- To please a l.u.s.tful La.s.s; I am a Hog, ---- And you may kiss my A----se.

But if my _Celia_ comes within my Ken; Then I shall be again like other Men.

_On another at the same Place._

My Wife says, Whither do you go?

And I return, my dear, I do not know; Then d----n your Blood, says she, to use me thus; And then I call her catterwauling Puss.

_Hampton-Court, at the Mitre._

A Ramp of very noted Name, I need not say, for all Men know her Fame, Lascivious, as the human Race could be, She could not see a Man, but fell in Extasy.

_On a dyer's Sign at Southwark._

I die to live, I live to die, And hope to live eternally.

_At the Star at Coventry._

A poor Woman was ill in a dangerous Case, She lay in, and was just as some other Folks was: By the Lord, cries _She_ then, if my Husband e'er come, Once again with his Will for to tickle my b.u.m, I'll storm, and I'll swear, and I'll run staring wild; And yet the next Night, the Man got her with Child.

S. M. 1708.

_By Desire not to insert the Place._

What care I for Mistress May'ress; She's little as the Queen of Fairies: Her little Body like my Thumb, Is thicker far than _other some_; Her Conscience yet would stretch so wide; } Either on this, or t'other Side, } That none could tell when they did ride. }

_Underwritten._

Swim for thy Life, dear Boy, for I can feel neither Bottom nor Sides.

_In Pencil upon a Wall in a Tavern near Covent-Garden._

I become all Things to all Men, to gain some, or I must have starved.

_Moll. Friskey._

_Star-Inn at Coventry._

_Molly_ the gay, the black, the friskey, Would kiss like any wanton Gipsey; Nor was her Mouth alone the Case, A Man of Worth might kiss her A----se.

_At a Tavern at the Royal Exchange._

I've now a Coach and Six before me, Each female court'sies to adore me: But from my dearest I can't part, Without returning her my Heart: Tell her I am gone a Month or longer, While she may gain more Love, and I grow stronger.

_S. M. Oct._ 17. 1720.

_From a Tavern in Fleet-Street._

I'll drink like _Bacchus_, and I'll fight like _Mars_, The Kind I'll love, the Cross may kiss my A - - se.

_In the same Room in a Woman's Hand._

Since cruel Fate has robb'd me of the Youth, For whom my Heart had h.o.a.rded all its Truth, I'll ne'er love more, dispairing e'er to find, Such Constancy and Truth amongst Mankind.

_Feb._ 18, 1725.

_Underwritten._

I kiss'd her the next Night, and she's one of the _Walkers_ Family.

_Feb._ 18. 1725.

_Dublin in a Window in Castle-Street._

O mortal Man that's made of Clay, Is here to-Morrow, and is gone to Day.