Hard Stools proceed from costive Claret; Yet mortal Man cannot forbear it. So Childbed-Women, full of Pain, Will grunt and groan, and to't again. _At Hampstead, in a Window._ Gammer _Sprigins_ had gotten a Maidenhead, And for a Gold Guinea she brought it to Bed; But I found by embracing that I was undone; 'Twas a d - - - n'd p-ck-y Wh--re, just come from _London_. _R. L._ 1710. _A strange Thing written upon a Glass Window in Queen Elizabeth's Time._ I, C, S, X, O, Q, P, U. This must be left to the Decypherers. _Pancras Bog-House._ If Smell of T----d makes Wit to flow, Laud! what would eating of it do. _From the Temple Bog-House._ If you design to sh--te at Ease, Pray rest your Hands upon your Knees. And only give a gentle squeeze. _FINIS._ _N.B._ A Third Part of this Work being in the Press, we intreat our kind Correspondents would be speedy in sending their Letters to J. ROBERTS. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Errata: Editor's Introduction (modern): they are just as likely as their brethren _text reads "brethern"_ [Footnote 12: ... graffiti printed in _The Merry-Thought_ ...] _text reads "Marry-Thought"_ Primary Text: Title Page Bethleham-Wall, Moor-Fields. _spelling unchanged_ Dedication what sublime Thoughts you may chance to meet with _text reads "my chance"_ Body Text Beareth the Name of my dear Creature. _text reads "Beareththe" without space_ supposed to be written by a violent Lover _text reads "writeen" Nor _M - - - - k_, nor will _Dolly_ come; _last letter in "M--k" unclear_ _I. E._ _July_ 17. 1713. _numeral "3" unclear_