M. C. to his Friend. _Underwritten._ I know they’ll ease you both, for I have been aboard of them. R. C. I shall tell best at the next Meeting: The Proof of the Pudding is in the eating. _Blue Posts, Charing-Cross._ Use me friendly, use me kind; I’ll be the kindest of my Sex; I’ll love, be constant, and you’ll find, I’ll be your own in _Middlesex_. _Molly Sh----r._ _Underwritten._ Take care you keep her Country to yourself. M. L. _Red Lion at Egham._ I _watch_ and _pray_ for dearest _Nancy_, Because I always love her Fancy; But then there comes, Like Bailiff Bums, The _Watch_ with Lights we _can see_; And then she’ll pray, And I must pay, And retreat as clean as a Tansey. _Underwritten._ For Money one may whore, And I’ll say no more.---- R. T. _At the same Place._ I am a young Thing, just come from my Mammy. S. L. _Underwritten_ Then you want to be kiss’d, G - - d d - - - n ye. Captain R. T. _Bull-and-Mouth-Street._ If Virtue rules the Minds of Women, They’ll never let you touch their Linnen; But if they are not Virtue Proof, Then you may kiss them oft enough. _Uxbridge, at the Crown._ _Molley_ came up to Town precise, Demure, yet fire in her Eyes; So did she look confounded civil; With Grace and Beauty like a Devil; But soon her Eyes drew in some Hearts, } And some _Things else_ like _Cupid_’s Darts, } Which gave her Pains, and many Smarts. } _Underwritten._ Thou Puppy, ---- The Fire of her Eyes occasioned the Flame of her Heart, And drew the Fire to her lower Part. _R. L._ _From the same Place._ After a tedious Journey, and my Supper, And dam----d uneasy with my Crupper, _Jenney_ came up to warm my Bed, } A pretty Girl; but I was dead, } Or else I’d had her Maidenhead. } _R. T._ _Swan at Uxbridge._ Who’s been here, The Devil I fear; For he’s left the Bottles clear. _R. Est----n_, 1710. _Underwritten._ ’Twas so; for nothing so like the Devil as an empty Bottle. _G. S._ 1711. _Boghouse at Uxbridge._ If a Man should breathe backwards, and happens to stink, You may say, if you will, it is natural _Instinct_. _Underwritten._ You may quibble upon the Word _Instinct_, if you will; but I think ’tis better out than in, considering the Case. _I. M._ of _Oxon._ _Betty Careless, her Prayers: From her Chambers in Drury-Lane, on a Wall, written with a Piece of Charcoal._ Grant us good lusty Men, ye gracious Pow’rs! Or else stop up those craving Things of ours! _From the Plough Ale-House in Fore-Street, near Cripplegate, written upon a Wall._ Good Bread and Meat, strong Beer withal, Will make a T d more lasting; Therefore I think he is a Fool, That goes out in a Morning fasting. _Tom. Rudge._ We suppose he wants to eternize his Memory by eating a Breakfast.