The Merry-Thought Volume I Part 3

No more let each fond foppling court a Brother, And quit the Girls to dress for one another; Old maids, in Vengeance to their slighted Beauty, Shall one Day make you wish you'd done your Duty; Thro' H - - ll they drag ye on most aukward Shapes, Yoak'd in their Ap.r.o.n-Strings, and led for Apes.

_Written under a Couple of paultry Verses, in a _Woman_'s Hand._

Immodest Words admit of no Defence; For Want of Decency is want of Sense.

_Eaton, on a Window._

_A Discourse by Numbers and Figures._

When I came to V, We made IV of us II; Yet I took the Right Hand, And then what came of V?

V was lesser by I Then V had been beIV: But an L and some Xes Would make V Lx.x.x.

If V could C as well as I, 'Tis a hundred to one, but I comply; Then V and I together fix, I'll stand by V, and make V VI.

_On a Window in Mainwaring's Coffee-House, Fleet-Street._

_Omnia Vincit Amor._

If Kisses were the only Joys in Bed, Then Women would with one another wed.

_At the Same Place._

Let _Jove_ his _Juno_, and his _Nectar_ boast, Champain's my Liquor, and Miss _K - - - g_ my Toast.

_Rumford on a Window._

When full of Pence, I was expensive, And now I've none, I'm always pensive.

_Underwritten._

Then be at no Expence And you'll have no Suspence.

_W. T._

_Dean's Yard, Westminster, in Charcoal, on a Wall, a Verse to be read upwards or downwards or a.r.s.ey-versey the same._

S A T O R A R E P O T E N E T O P E R A R O T A S

_Maidenhead, in a Window._

_In a Window, In a Window, I saw a Cat lick her Ear in a Window._

Nay, Sir, ---- she cry'd, I'll swear I won't.

I vow I never yet have don't!

Lord! Pray, Sir, do not press me so; I'll call for all the Folks below.

Good Lord! what is't? You're very rude; And then she acted like a Prude.

And then, Like Birds of a Feather, They flock'd together.

_S. T._

_Rebuses on Drinking-Gla.s.ses, at a private Club of Gentlemen._

_Miss Wall-sing-ham._

What encloses a Plat, as I wish her dear Arms Had my Body encompa.s.s'd, with Nightingale's Charms, And the Leg of an Hog, gives my dearest her Name.

Her Beauties so great set my Heart on a Flame.

_Rebus on Miss Nick-ells._

Take the Devil's short Name, And much more than a Yard, You've the Name of the Dame I shall ever regard.

_Rebus on Miss S. Bell._

The greatest Noise on Sundays made, Tells us her Name in Masquerade, Whom I must kiss, ---- or be a _Shade_.

_Rebus for Miss M. Cotton._

One of the softest Things in Nature, Beareth the Name of my dear Creature.

_Rebus on Miss Anne Oliv-er._

A Pickle of excellent Growth, } And to *_Sin_ against the Truth, } Tells the Name of a Virgin of Beauty and Youth. }

* i.e. _To Err_.

_Rebus on Miss Par-sons._

A famous Old Man of Old Time, } And his Children, the Males of his Line, } Give the Name of my Beauty Divine. }

_Rebus on Miss Har-ring-ton._

The Pleasure of the Sportsman's Chase; The Pledge in Matrimonial Case, With Twenty Hundred Weight beside, Name her I wish to make my Bride.