This Dance foretells that Couple’s Life, Who mean to dance as Man and Wife; As here, they’ll first with Vigour set, Give Hands, and turn whene’er they meet; But soon will quit their former Track, Cast off and end in Back to Back. _From the Angel Tavern, Temple-Bar._ ’Tis hard! ’tis wonderous hard! That the Life of a Man Should be but a Span, And that of a Woman a Yard! _From a Watch-Maker’s Window, Fleet-Street._ Here Time is bought and sold: ’Tis plain, my Friend, My Clocks and Watches shew what I intend; For you I Time correct, My Time I spend; By Time I live, But not one Inch will lend, Except you pay the ready down or send: I trust no Time, Unless the Times do mend. _On a Watch-Case in a Gentleman’s Pocket, given him by a Lady._ The Wretched pray to make more Haste, The Happy say we fly too fast; Therefore impossible to know, Whether I go too fast or slow. S. M. _At Hollyhead, I suppose, written by some Creation-Mender._ Arra, now what signifies the making the two great Lights? The Sun to light the Day, and the Moons to light the Nights: For the Sun in the Day-Time there is no Occasion, Because I can see very well after my Persuasion: But for the Moons, they are very good in a dark Night, Because when we cannot see they give us a Light. _Crown at Harlow._ Rail at your Father, rail at your Mother, Rail at your Sister, rail at your Brother, Rail on, my Boys, and rail at one another. _Underwritten._ Rail as you say, and you’ll be all railed in. _Written upon the Wall of Clements-Inn, when the Dial was put up which is supported by a black Slave in a kneeling Posture._ In vain poor sable Son of Woe, Thou seek’st a tender Ear; In vain thy Tears with Anguish flow, For Mercy dwells not here: From Cannibals thou fly’st in vain, Lawyers less Quarter give; The first won’t eat you till you’re slain, The last will do’t alive. _Hampstead on a Window._ I am a Dog ---- In true Fidelity I am a Sun ---- In faithful Constancy: I am a Stote, ---- To please a lustful Lass; I am a Hog, ---- And you may kiss my A----se. But if my _Celia_ comes within my Ken; Then I shall be again like other Men. _On another at the same Place._ My Wife says, Whither do you go? And I return, my dear, I do not know; Then d----n your Blood, says she, to use me thus; And then I call her catterwauling Puss. _Hampton-Court, at the Mitre._ A Ramp of very noted Name, I need not say, for all Men know her Fame, Lascivious, as the human Race could be, She could not see a Man, but fell in Extasy. _On a dyer’s Sign at Southwark._ I die to live, I live to die, And hope to live eternally. _At the Star at Coventry._