_Three-Pigeons, Brentford, upon a Drinking-Glass._ Dear charming lovely _Nancy L-- --r_, Thou art my only Toast, I swear. T. T. from _Coventry_, _Feb._ 13. 1716. _On another at the same Place._ My dearest _Sukey Percivall_, Is all my Toast, and that is all. Captain _F----l_, _July_ 4. 1716. _Red-Lion, at Southwell, in a Window._ _Clarinda_ lay here With a young Cavalier; With her Heart full of Fear, For her Husband was near. L. L. _Feb._ 2. 1728. _Written under._ 'Tis very true; for we saw _Rem-in-Re_ through the Key-Hole. S. M. } J. M. } _Feb._ 3. 1728. R. H, } _Written under._ If the Husband had come, And had seen his Wife's B - - m, He'd a known by her Looks, She'd been playing ---- At Hoy Gammer Cooks. S. B. _March_ 3. 1728. _Windsor, the White-Hart, in a Window._ Now is my latest Guinea chang'd, And gone where it was used to range: When that was broke, it broke my Heart; For now for ever we must part, Unless I boldly meet it on the Road, And bid the Porter give it me, by G - d. And so I'll do; _Tom. Stout_ Will see it out, _Feb._ 2. _Underwritten._ Win it and take it, says Captain _Hector_: I defy the bold Robber; and I have an hundred Guineas that I shall travel with to-morrow. _Feb._ 16. _At the Cardinal's-Cap In Windsor, on a Window._ _J. F._ is fifteen, and so charming her Mien, } Her Eyes are like Brilliants, her Looks are serene, } And one Kiss from her Lips is worth ten from a Queen. } _Tom. Fool_, 1726. _At the same Place, on the Wall._ Never had Mortal greater Wit Than I who ever wanted it; But now my Wants have made me scrawl, And rhyme and write the Devil and all. _J. Forbes_, 1720. _On a Summer-House near Farnham in Surrey._ I, C, U, B Y Y for me. J. S. _The Reading of it is supposed to be, _viz.__ I see you be Too wise for me. _Star-Inn, Coventry._ Tell me where is Fancy bred? } In the Heart, or in the Head? } How begot, how nourished? } _ANSWER_, Had not _Celia_ come this Way, My Heart would be my own this Day, Fancy's engendered in the Eyes, With gazing fed; and Fancy dies In the same Cradle where it lies; For she's a Wh-re, and I despise. _R. L. 1710._ _At the Leg-Tavern, Fleet-Street. We suppose an Attempt to put the Lives of Adam and Eve, and their Sons, into Verse._ Mr. _Adam_ he was, the first Man alive, And he married a fine young Gentlewoman, call'd Mrs. _Eve_. And Mr. _Adam_ and Mrs. _Eve_, between them twain Got a pretty little Boy, called Master _Cain_. _At the Catherine-Wheel at Henley._ _CLELIA's Epitaph, who was slander'd to Death._ Death, to vindicate her Wrongs, Gives her Fame which never dies; So the Life that died with Shame, Lives in Death with glorious Fame. _R. S._ _Oct. 17. 1708_. _At the same Place._