Good fellow said she, when you come again, Pray bring good store of your Ware; And for new Customers do not sing, For I'll take all and to spare: With that she hugg'd his prettier Thing _Than Ribbonds, or Laces, Points, or Pins, Gartering, Girdling, Tape, or Filleting, Maids any Cunny-skins_. _A_ SONG, _by Mr._ ESCOURT, _To a Tune of Mr._ WELDON'S. [Music] The Ordinance a-board, Such Joys does afford, As no mortal, no mortal, no mortal, no mortal, no mortal e'er more can desire; Each Member repairs, From the _Tower_ to the stairs, And by water, by water, by water, they all go to fire. Of each Piece that's a-shore, They search from the bore, And to proving, to proving, to proving, to proving, to proving, they go in fair Weather; Their Glasses are large, And whene'er they discharge, There's a boo huzza, a boo huzza, a boo huzza, Guns and Bumpers go off together. Old _Vulcan_ for _Mars_, Fitted Tools for his Wars, To enable him, enable him, enable him, enable him, enable him to conquer the faster; But had _Mars_ ever been Upon our _Wolwich_ Green, To have heard boo, huzza, boo, huzza, boo, huzza, he'd have own'd Great _Marlborough_ his Master. _A_ SONG. [Music] A Young Man and a Maid, _put in all, put in all_, Together lately play'd, _put in all_; The Young Man was in Jest, O the Maid she did protest: She bid him do his best, _put in all, put in all_. With that her rowling Eyes, _put_, &c. Turn'd upward to the Skies, _put_, &c. My Skin is White you see, My Smock above my Knee, What wou'd you more of me, _put_, &c. I hope my Neck and Breast, _put_, &c. Lie open to your chest, _put in all_, The Young Man was in heat, The Maid did soundly Sweat, A little farther get, _put_, &c. According to her Will, _put_, &c. This Young Man try'd his Skill, _put in all_; But the Proverb plain does tell, That use them ne'er so well, For an Inch they'd take an Ell, _put_, &c. When they had ended sport, _put_, &c. She found him all too short, _put in all_; For when he'd done his best, The Maid she did protest, 'Twas nothing but a Jest, _put in all, put in all_. _A_ SONG. _The Words by_ JO. HAINS, _Set by Mr._ CHURCH. [Music] I Courted and Writ, Shew'd my Love and my Wit, And still pretty _Flavia_ deny'd; 'Twas her Virtue I thought, Made me prove such a Sot, To adore her the more for her Pride: 'Till I happen'd to sit, By her Mask'd in a Pit, Whilst a crowd of gay Beaus held her play; When so wantonly free, Was her smart Repartee, I was cur'd and went blushing, went blushing away.