There was a topping Dyer, Was cuckol'd by a Frier: He saw the Case, How bad it was, And feign'd to take a Journey, Saying softly, Madam, ---- burn ye But stopping by the Way He saw the Priest full gay, Running fast to his House, To tickle his Spouse: 'Tis d----n'd vile, thinks the Dyer, But away went the Frier. I'll be with you anon, Says the Dyer, ---- go on, And as I am blunt, If I find you have don't, I'll dye you for Life, For debauching my Wife; And as good as his Word, For he car'd not a T - - d, Away goes the Dyer, Caught his Wife with the Frier. And led the Monk down, And pickled him soon, In a Dye-Fat of Blue, } Which he ever will rue, } 'Twas so lasting a Hue; } And that spoilt his hunting, A Twelve-month or two, _&c._ _Daniel Cowper, &c._ _On a Tavern Window in Fleet-Street._ _An Address to our present Petit-Maitres._ 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 Apron-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 LXXX. 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 arsey-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._