Says Patty the prude, and she wide spread her fan,Me marry! What? I go to bed to a Man? I detest all Male Creatures! My God!-I shall swoon! She did and was brought to-bed, faith, before noon! To London Pa sent her, when bloom was regain'd, Yet last night, dear Miss, when you thought yourself snug, You confess'd-without loving-life's all a Humbug. The wanton Wife often, too often I fear, Proves Words to be Facts when she calls her Spouse Deer; And enjoys the sweet cheat as stol'n pleasures she hugs, How cunningly now she her Cuckold humbugs. But Husband at home, as few marry'd men wish, To dine ev'ry day on the very Fal de roll, toll loll. same dish, Doll de roll, &c. Makes a meal with her Maid, the thing publicly known is, A Tete-a-Tete feast, call'd the Lex Talionis. Fal de roll, &c. THE COMET. TUNE. "Shou'd I once become great, what a business twou'd be." HAD AD I old Homer here, I wou'd make that wretch see, (Quoth Venus) whom 'tis he abuses; What business has any Verse-monger with me? Why will you permit these Mortality Frights, Immensely impertinent 'twas, you must own, A moment Jove laid his bright dignity down, To his Daughter reply'd-Cytharea, a frown Those Atoms of Clay which you see to and fro', Like the blue on a plumb, are but Insects you know, Those Emmets, 'tis true, scientifical prate, Who all can account (as they think) for my State, I'll shew you these arrogant Earth-worms are Fools, Away, at his word, the vast COMET rush'd forth, Yet Attraction went on, tho' it girdl'd the Earth- In derision, a moment, Immortals look down, Be humble, ye Beings of feeble Threescore, The best of us only are Men, and no more- In a Moment he's made, in a Moment he's born, Sons of Error; for that's all the birthright ye share, As ev'ry day's actions make known; No longer let Vanity gaze into Air, But think of itself and look down. Yet hold!-let us think,-to look down did I say? Come, do as I do, and I'll shew you the way, THE BLOOD. TUNE. "Tars of Old England." 'E learn'd of the Age, YE Each Artist, each Sage, Ye Speakers at fam'd Robinhood, Or derive, or define, What the Character is of a Blood? Macaronies so neat, Choice Spirits so high, Are kick'd out of doors by a Blood. If making a Bet, Or if beating the Rounds he thinks good, Who dare to oppose, Will be pluck'd by the Nose, With a -Dam'me Sir, a'n't I a Blood? If the constable queer, And the Watch shou'd appear, His Riots to quell, if they cou'd, Without compliment, Out of Window they're sent, And that is fine fun for a Blood. He laughs at Old Nick, And his Argument can't be withstood; But most commonly both, As to Reason,-What's that to a Blood? As we have but our Day, He wou'd keep it up still if he cou'd ; And his honour expos'd, He must dye as he liv'd-like a Blood. To retrench wou'd be base, So he acts just as Geniusses shou'd; Warm apply'd to his Head, DO THE SAME. TUNE "HOW D'YE DO?” ARK Anthony gave up the world for a Girl, ththe same is a Churl, MAR Do the same! that's the Thing;-do not think me to blame If a Bumber I drink, will not you do the same? But what do you think that I mean by all this? Hit or miss, Luck is all; are the Lucky to blame? |