A Toast is like a Sot, Or what is most Comparable ---- a Sot, ---- Is like a Toast; For When their Substance In the Liquor sink, Both properly are said To be in Drink. _Christ-Church, Oxon, in the Bog-House._ Calami hujus Etatis Sunt hujus Etatis calamitates. _Calais, at the Silver Lion._ At the Foot of a Bed where a Woman lay dying, A Parcel of Gossips in Council were sat; And instead of good Prayers, condoling and crying, A _Thing_ was the Subject of all the Debate. One wish’d for a thick one, and swore ’twas the best, Altho’ ’twere as short to the full as her Snout; But a small One procur’d the Applause of the rest, Provided in Length the Defect were made out. Hold, quoth the sick Sister, you are all in the Wrong, So I’ll in a Case of this Weight to decide, Heav’n send me at once both the Thick and the Long; So closing her pious Petition, she dy’d. _Written on the pillory in a certain Market-Town in Shropshire; on two Millers, named Bone and Skin, who exacted extravagant Toll._ Bone and Skin, Two Millers thin, Would grind this Town and Places near it: But be it known To Skin and Bone, That Flesh and Blood won’t bear it. _Richmond, Yorkshire, on a Window._ If Death doth come as soon as Breath departs; Then he must often die, who often farts: And if to die be but to lose one’s Breath; Then Death’s a Fart, and so a Fart for Death. _The Motto upon a Sign of a Gardiner’s Window, who kept a Publick House in the Road to Cambridge; inserted for the Benefit of bad Spellers._ Heer is good Liker Ov awl Quinds toby sould, And sevile Yewzitch. The Learned have examin’d the above Inscription: Some took it for Gibberish; others for _Welch_; and some for one of the Eastern Languages; but a Gentlewoman of extraordinary Knowledge in this cramp Way of Writing, tells us, it must be read thus, in _English_: Here is good Liquor Of all Kinds to be sold, And civil Usage. And so we believe it was meant; for it is allow’d by all, that some few of the fair Sex can explain bad Sense and bad Spelling, even better than most of the Heads of the Universities. _Oxford, in a Window at Christ-Church._ Anger may glance into the Breast of wise Men: But it rests in the Bosom of Fools. _From the Same Place._ True Friendship multiplies our Joys; It mends our Griefs, and makes them light as Toys. _From Queen’s-College, Oxon._ All that we know of what is done above, Is, that the Blessed sing, and that they love. _Rue de Boucharie._ Amasser en Saison, Dispenser par Raison, Et vous aurez une bonne Maison. _In a Window at an Inn on the West Country Road._