My Brafs is in my Budget, And my Rivets under my Apron, I pray you tell her Ladyship I'm come to mend her Caldron. Madam, yon is the strongest Tinker O go thy ways good Porter, And let the Tinker in, For I have work for him to doy - And when he came into the Hall, Such Meat as we do eat, fhe fays, She took the Tinker by the Hand, And gave to her a Hammer All in her Hand to knock; 3 That her own Wedded Lord might think She put her Hand into her Purse And pluckt out five good Mark; Here take thee this, faid the, good Tinker, And for thy good Day's work. She took the Tinker by the Hand, This is the Jovial'st Tinker, If you had been fo wife, Madam, Pray hold your Peace, good Wedded Lord, Think not his Work too dear; For could you do it but half fo well, 'Twould fave forty Mark a Year. And be not thou hence too long, Tinker, For if thou ftay'ft too long away, I A 'S O N Sigh'd and I Writ, And employ'd all my Wit, And ftill pretty Sylvia deny'd; 'Twas Virtue I thought, And became fuch a Sot, I ador'd her the more for her Pride. Till mask'd in the Pit, II. A croud of gay Fops held her play, G. So brisk and fo free, With her fmart Repartee, I was cur'd and went blushing away. Poor Lovers mistake III. The Addreffes they make With Vows to be Conftant and True; For the Sport that is old, Yet their Play-mates must ever be new. Each pretty new Toy IV. They would die to enjoy, But when they perceive Others like what they leave, They will cry for their Bauble again, EXPERIENCE. Elieve me, dear Moll, all Thofe of Name and Eftate That have made the Town prate When they come to the Matter, Are weaker than Water, And have nothing that's ftrong but their Purses, With high Jellys and Broth They Embrace her as if they could eat her; Such eager hot Flashes Streight turn into Ashes, And deceive both themselves and the Creature. Mother Mofely gives this For thy Grandeur and Fame, But a tough brawney Dunghil to tread ye; Provide for thy Bully; Then his Weapon will always be ready. A RANT against CUPID. T 'HOU damn'd perpetual peevish Folly, Father and Child of Lafie Melancholy, Sin of a falted frothy Whore, Foretold her Mischiefs to the mif-believing Earth, So rotten and fo bafe The Embryo was, The Gods in Heaven and Earth could find no place Impure enough for fuch vile Midwifry, But drencht it in the wide World's fink the Sea. And the briny pickle of the Ocean, To difembogue the Potion On the refifting Rocks, that drove Into the troubled Main; It became. The Queen of Beauty, Luft and Shame. Thy lawless Sire Compos'd of Rapine, Blood and Fire, Lean Poverty and Delulation are [Carr, The Blethings which do fall from his Vain-glorious With horrid Slaughter all imbru'd, The Union of this marchiefs Pair SONG of Hey ho. Ho confine a poor WOW fevere is forgetful old Age, Lover fo That I almost Despair To fee ev'n the Air, Much more my dear Damon----Hey ho. Though I whisper my Sighs out alone, Hides this old Man from me, And there he counts every-----bey bo. How fhall I this Argus Blind, And fo put an end to my Woe? All his Frowns with a Smile, I betray my self with a----hey ho. My Reftraint then, alas, muft endure, |