_Madam Catherine Cadiere's Case opened, against Father Girard's powerful Injunction. In a Window at Maidenhead._ My dearest _Kitty_, says the _Fryar_, } Give me a holy Kiss, and I'll retire, } Which Kiss set all his Heart on Fire. } He had no Rest that Night, but often cry'd, } Z - - - nds, my dear _Kitty_ shall be occupy'd; } I'll lay aside my Rank, I will not be deny'd. } To-morrow I'll try her, Said the Fryar; And so he went to her, And did undoe her, By making her cry out for Mercy; And then he kiss'd her _Narsey-Parsey_. _L. F._ 1731. _Underwritten._ Dear _Kitty_ could never have suffered Disgrace, } If whilst the old Fryar was kissing her A - - - se, } She'd pull'd up her Spirits, and sh - - t in his Face. } _From an hundred Windows._ That which frets a Woman most, Is when her Expectation's crost. _Sun behind the Exchange._ _To Mr. _D-----b_, on his being very hot upon Mrs. _N. S._ _1714_._ When the Devil would commit a Rape. He took upon him _Cupid_'s Shape: When he the Fair-One met, at least, They kiss'd and hugg'd, or hugg'd and kiss'd; But she in amorous Desire, Thought she had _Cupid_'s Dart, But got Hell Fire, And found the Smart. _N. B._ And then the Surgeon was sent for. _From the White-Hart at Acton._ _Kitty_ the strangest Girl in Life, For any one to make a Wife; Her Constitution's cold, with warm Desire, She kisses just like Ice and Fire. _At the Bear-Inn, Spinham-Land._ E V A N K it is a Word of Fame, Spell it backwards, 'tis your Name. _S. T._ 1710. Find it out if 'tis your Name, _R. M._ _At the Cranes, Edgeworth._ As I walk'd by myself, I said to myself. And myself said again to me: Look to thyself, Take Care of thyself, For no Body cares for thee. Then I myself Thus answer'd myself, With the self-same Repartee: Look to thyself, Or look not to thyself, 'Tis the self-same Thing to me. _John Careless._ _On a Frier who cuckol'd a Dyer at Roan in France; and the Dyer's Revenge in dying him _Blue_._