From the Story above, The Girls that love, Have learn'd the Use of Candles; And since that, by _Jove_, And the God of Love, We have lost the Use of Handles. _W. S----pe_, _Feb._ 2. 1714. _Stockbridge, at the Kings-Head._ _Salley Stukely_ is the prettiest Girl in _England_, I wish I was to play a Game with her single-hand. _R. S._ _Windsor, at the Cardinal's-Cap._ Now my Sun is retired, My Heart is all fired; My _Sylvia_'s lost And I am toss'd, Into Love's Flames, What shall I do to gain her? Sure something must restrain her, Or else she'd come. Then I'm undone. Help me, dear _Cupid_, Or I shall grow stupid; And if you won't help me, Then _Bacchus_ protect me. _R. M._ 1709. _Greyhound, at Maidenhead._ Dear _Doll_ is a Prude, And I tumbled her down; And I tickled her Fancy For half a Crown. _R. M----r_, _July_ 17. 1714. _At the Same Place._ _CHLOE's Character._ Her Voice is as clear as the Stream; Her Character light as the Sun; Her Dealings are hard as a Stone; But her Promise as sure as a Gun. _A. P - - pe_, 1712. _At the same Place._ A Hog, a Monkey, and an Ass, } Were here last Night to drink a Glass, } When all at length it came to pass, } That the Hog and the Monkey, Grew so drunkey, That both were ready to kiss the A - - se of _Tom. Dingle_. _April_ 17. 1710. _At the White-Hart, Windsor._ How, do I fear my Lover will not come; And yet I bid him not: But should he come, Then let him read ---- Let _Man - - r - - ing_ love on, I will requite thee, Taming my wild Heart to thy loving Hand. If thou dost love, my Kindness shall incite thee, To bind our Loves up in a holy Band. _Anne Oph - - - lia_, 1708. _Salisbury, at the King's-Arms; seemingly to give the Reason why Miles seem shorter in one Place than another._ When I set out from _London_, I tramp'd on the Way, } I was brisk, and my Courage and Heart was full gay; } So I fancy'd my Journey was nothing but Play, } But as I went forward, a Day or two longer, } The Miles seem'd more lengthen'd as I grew less stronger, } And I wish'd in this Case to grow younger and younger. } _S. O._ _Oct._ 17. 1717. I walk'd all the Way between _London_ and _Exeter_. _At the Crown at Harlow._ When Daizies gay, and Violets blue, And Cowslips with their yellow Hue, And Lady's Smocks of Silver white, Paint all the Meadows with Delight, Then shall I meet my charming Fair, On ouzy Banks to take the Air; There shall we taste delicious Love, Equal to what is known Above. _R. T. April_ 14. 1716. _Upon a Window at the Old Crown at Ware in Hertfordshire; supposed to be wrote by a slighted Lover._