Dear _Pat_, ’tis vain to patch or paint, Since still a fragrant Breath you want; For though well furnish’d, yet all Folks Despise a Room whose Chimney smokes. _White-Hart at Watford._ Parody of four Lines of _Dryden_. Glass with a Diamond does our Wit betray; Who can write sure on that smooth slippery Way? Pleas’d with our scribling we cut swiftly on, And see the Nonsense, which we cannot shun. _In a Window at the Kings-Arms Tavern, Fleet-Street._ Both mine and Women’s Fate you’ll judge from hence ill, That we are pierc’d by ev’ry Coxcomb’s Pencil. _Written in a Window at a private House, by a desponding Lover in the Presence of his Mistress._ This Glass, my Fair’s the Emblem of your Mind, Which brittle, slipp’ry, pois’nous oft we find. _Her Answer underneath._ I must confess, kind Sir, that though this Glass, Can’t prove me brittle, it proves you an Ass. _Sent by an unknown Hand._ O ye Powers above! Who of Mortals take Care, Make Women less cruel, More fond, or less fair. Was _Helen_ half so fair, so form’d for Joy, Well fought the _Trojan_, and well burnt was _Troy_. _FINIS._ The MERRY-THOUGHT: or, the Glass-Window and Bog-House MISCELLANY. Taken from The Original Manuscripts written in _Diamond_ by Persons of the first Rank and Figure in _Great Britain_; relating to Love, Matrimony, Drunkenness, Sobriety, Ranting, Scandal, Politicks, Gaming, and many other Subjects, _Serious_ and _Comical_. Faithfully Transcribed from the Drinking-Glasses and Windows in the several noted _Taverns_, _Inns_, and other _Publick Places_ in this Nation. Amongst which are intermixed the Lucubrations of the polite Part of the World, written upon Walls in Bog-houses, _&c._ _Published by_ HURLO THRUMBO. _Gameyorum, Wildum, Gorum, Gameyorum a Gamey, Flumarum a Flumarum, A Rigdum Bollarum A Rigdum, for a little Gamey._ Bethlehem-Wall, Moor-Fields. PART III. _LONDON_: Printed for J. ROBERTS in _Warwick-Lane_; and Sold by the Booksellers in Town and Country. [Price 6 _d._] THE PREFACE.