Rhiming _Billy_, Soft and silly, Are the verses, Muse rehearses, When with straining You’re obtaining Her Assistance ’Gainst Resistance, Made by Mistress To your Distress. Therefore early Quit them fairly, If you’d be rid of Woe, Prithee, Prithee, Coxcomb, do. _The Clowns and the Conjurer. By a Lady._ A Clown, who had lost his Mare, To his Neighbour, a Wit, did repair, And begg’d him with him to go To the famous Doctor _Foreknow_, A Conjurer powerful and strong, Who would tell who had done the Wrong. So when to the Door they came, The Wit, he besh - - t the same: Then knocking -- the Doctor appears, And in Midst of his Passion he swears, If he knew but the nasty Dog Who had sh - - t at his Gate like a Rogue, He’d do to him Lord knows what. Quoth the Wit -- why know you not that? Then, Neighbour, e’en save your Pence, For his Learning is all a Pretence: If he knows not who sh - t----of course, He nothing can know of your Horse. And no Light can his Figures afford, Whose Conjuring’s not worth a T---- So as wise our two Clowns came Home, As any who on such Errands roam. _On a Pannel at the Faulcon in _St. Neot_’s _Huntingdonshire_._ My Maidenhead sold for a Guinea, A lac’d Head with the Money I bought; In which I look’d so bonny, The Heart of a Gamester I caught: A while he was fond, and brought Gold to my Box, But at last he robb’d me, and left me the P---- _Underneath._ When you balance Accounts, it sure may be said, You at a bad Market sold your Maidenhead. _The _Inamorato_. In a Window at _Twickenham_._ When dull and melancholy, I rove to charming _Dolly_, Whose Sweetness doth so charm me, And wanton Tricks so warm me, That quite dissolv’d in Love, No Trouble then I prove, But am as truly blest Upon her panting Breast, As if to me she brought All for which _Cæsar_ fought: For I, like _Anthony_, With Beauty would be free, Altho’ again’t shou’d cost The Price of Empire lost. _An _Answer_. In the next Pane._ You sure were full of Folly, When in the Praise of _Dolly_, You wrote your am’rous Ditty, Which sure deserves her Pity, Since plainly it doth prove, Your Brain is crack’d with Love; Who else would talk of giving An Empire for a ---- When Twenty will down } Each for a Silver Crown, } And thank you when they’ve done } _In a Window. At _Lebeck’s-Head_._ If it be true each Promise is a Debt, Then _Celia_ hardly will her Freedom get; Yet she, to satisfy her Debts, desires To yield her Body as the Law requires. _In the _Summer-House_ on _Gray’s Inn Terras_._ Who speaks to please in ev’ry Way, And not himself offend, He may begin to work to Day, But Heaven knows when he’ll end. _In the same Place._