And my Landlady too fhe's a Teazer, At least four Times a Day She warns me away, And what can a Man do to pleafe her? Here's the Victualler and Vintner, The Cook and the Printer, With their Myrmidons hovering about, Sir: The Taylor and Draper, With the Cur that fells Paper, That, in fhort, I dare not stir out, Sir. My Master Ovid's did fo,. And tell how doleful the Cafe is; If it don't move your Pity, To make short of my Ditty, Twill ferve you to wipe your Arfses. Mart. Epig. 5. 1. 2. Ne valeam, fi nom totis, Deciane, diebus, N fome vile Hamlet let me live forgot, I Small Beer my Portion, and no Wine my Lot: To fome worse Fiend in Church-Indentures bound, The Night with you,, with you the Day to share. Vol. IV. C Ofc Oft when Iv'e walk'd fo far, your Hands to kifs, The Hint taken from Quid te, Tucca, juvat. W Hat Planer diftracts thee, what damnable Star, To dash honest Bourdeaux with vile Bar-a-Bar? Why should innocent Claret be murder'd by Port, Thou'lt furely be fentenc'd in Bacchus's Court. As for us drunken Rakes, if we hang, or we drown, Or are decently poifond, what Lofs has the Town; But to kill harmless Claret, that does fo much Good, Is downright Effufion of true Chriftian Blood: Ne'er think what I tell you is Matter of Laughter, Thou'lt be curs'd for't in this World, and damn'd fort Chereafter. Mart. Epig. 23. 1. 1. Si memini, fuerant tibi quatuor, Elia, dentes. W 1. Hen Gammer Gurton first I knew, Comes a damn'd Cough, and whips out two, II. Courage, * II.. Courage, old Dame, and never fear An Imitation of Epigram 44. in Mart. Lib. 3. Occurrit tibi nemo quod libenter, &c. Hat Coufins, Friends, and Strangers fly thee, Thay, thy own seiner and That all Men thy Acquaintance fun, Like Irish Beau from English Dun, The Reason's plain, and if thou'd'st know it, Has fript of ancient Rights their State: dm If e'er the reftlefs Clack that's in it Whether I ftand, or run, or fit, But thy curst Muse keeps me awake.g C 21 } Nor Nor Park, nor Bagnio's from thee free, Learn Wisdom once, at a Friend's Instance, The 63d Epigram in Martial, Lib. 3. H! Femmy, you're a Beau: Not I alone What is a Beau Ay, Sir, with all my Heart. Is this a Beau? Faith, Jemmy, I'll be plain, The Contented WHORE. An Imitation of Epig. 66. in Mart. 1. 12. I. "O Charming Calia's Arms I flew, and there all Night I feafted; No God fuch Transports ever knew, Nor Mortal ever tafted. II. |