_Rebuses on Drinking-Glasses, at a private Club of Gentlemen._ _Miss Wall-sing-ham._ What encloses a Plat, as I wish her dear Arms Had my Body encompass'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. _At Epsom on a Window._ When my brisk Lass Upon the Grass, Will sport, and _Give_ her Love; She'll wink and pink, Till she can't think; That's Happiness, by _Jove!_ _Per Jovem Juro._ J. M. _The following is in a _Caberet_ Window at _Paris_, to be read forwards and backwards the same._ Roma tibi subito motibus ibit amor. _Underwritten._ Le Diable t'emporte. _The Three Last Words, the Criticks tell us, spells in English, _The Devil take you_._ _At the same Place._ _Chagrin come le Diable:_ For a Girl has spoil't my _Bauble_. _A Heathen Greek Line from a Wall at Westminster._ _Souldramaton, Acapon, Alphagoose, Pastiveneson._ _In English._ Shoulder of Mutton, a Capon, half a Goose, Pasty of Venison. _In Dog-Latin at the same Place._ _O mirum Fartum, Perigrinum Gooseberrytartum._ _N.B._ _Fartum_ is the only _Latin_ Word for Pudding: And as far as I can trace it amongst the Antients, there is no _Latin_ for a Gooseberry-Tart; so that the Lad who writ it, had no need to Apologize for making a Word or two: As for _Fartum_, 'tis allow'd in our Times; for we say _Fartum pistum_, is a _baked Pudding_; and _Fartum coctum_ is a _boiled Pudding_: And if the Boy loved these Things, what is it to us; let every one mind his own Business. _Brentford at the Red-Lion, the Great Room._ Says Sir _John_ to my Lady, as together they sat, Shall we first go to Supper, or do you know what? Dear Sir _John_, (with a Smile,) return'd the good Lady, Let us do you know what, for Supper's not ready. _Bridgnorth, at the Crown._ _Jenny_ had got a Cl - p, Which was my Mishap: But Doctor _R----_ set me right, And I'm now in good Plight.