Above all Sorts of Fish to me

A TriflingnessYou knew Tom's Wife-
In every Action of her Life-

Tom Branche's Wife I knew another
Potatoe if you pleafe-and Mother.
His Mother Mr. Oldham fpeaks,

John, don't you hear

After

within three Weeks

Thefe Eggs I always poach

Was overturn'd in York Stage-Coach

And Mrs. Mixon, as for her

Mifs, your good Health, Maem, your's, good Sir,

She went to Perth- -poor Soul, it cry'd,

And ran to me

and there the dy'd,

Poor little Soul! Maem, fome of those

And did it hurt its little Nofe!

Yes, Maem, it bled

Sir, you are quite-

-I chufe a Wing,

-like any Thing.

But Doctor, if the noble Duke

Take out that Skew'r there to the Cook-
Shou'd trounce Monfieur, I'm bold to fay-
A little Sweet-Bread, Mrs. Day

That 'tis impoffible the Dutch

Maem, if you please, not quite fo much-
Refufe t'affift-Yes, Maem, but Spices
Improve it vaftly at this Crifis.
Good gracious! He's a dreadful Jobfter
Macm, I prefer one Irch of Lobfter-
H3

He

He piec'd my Habit all in Dabs-
At any Time to twenty Crabs-

Oh! I'd forgot

Dear Maem!

they're lovely Rabbits,

-but now you mention Habits,

Mifs. Drawbridge-Your good Health, Mifs Perkin Has got the fearful't, frightful'ft Jerkin,

It looks fo tarnish'd and fo old

Mifs Jewkes, I hope you've caught no Cold-
No, not at all, Maem-Fetch the Cheefe in-
Snuff always did set me a freezing-
The Affociation's form'd we hear-
Jubn, mix a little Ale and Beer-

Why, really, Maem-your, Health, Mifs Bayes
Folks talk on't many different Ways
Tho' 'tis a Cafe that I'm no Judge in
Maem, I'm prodigious fond of Gudgeon-

But apt to prate-they're fine ftew'd Pears-
At fuch a Juncture of Affairs.

Dear Macm, you've heard how 'Squire Bodling
My Daughter Ford admires a Codling-

It rain'd fo dreadful cou'd not go,

He and Mifs James, and Mrs. Sloe,
So far as Tewksbury laft Week

Sure, John, you heard Mifs Idle speak!

You faw Mifs Drawbridge, Maem, last Sunday?
Yes, Maem, I did! and Mrs. Munday

Had loft her Parrot-Pray Maem, how?

I really

I really, Maem, can't tell, I vow-
I pity'd the poor Creature's Fate
Give Mrs Dykes a China Plate-
But poor Mifs Drawbridge will run wild-
No, Maem, our Cream is always boil'd-
For our Part, Maem, I can't but fay
We all make Haste and take away
Are mighty fond of Slip-flop-bring

The Wine and Fruits-Maem, Church and King-
Mifs, fhall I help you? Sir, I beg

Sir, there's enough-Maem, Sifter Peg
Is well, but George has hurt his Leg:
My Aunt was in a vehement Fright-

!

His left Leg, Maem-No, Maem, his right-
Poor Mafter Georgy Maem, I hope
No Maem, he's with my Uncle Cope,
And is as lively and as brisk

As

-Maem do you

chufe a Game at Whisk ?

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SIMILE,

From PHEDRA and HYPPOLITUS.

O when bright Venus yielded up her Charms,
The bleft Adonis languish'd in her Arms:

His idle Horn on fragrant Myrtles hung,
His Arrows scatter'd, and his Bow unftrung.
Obfcure in Coverts lay his dreaming Hounds,
And bay'd the fancy'd Boar with feeble Sounds;
For nobler Sports he quits the favage Fields,
And all the Heroe to the Lover yields.

S

The Same PA O DI E D,

O when bright Abigail refign'd her Charms,
The happy Curate languish'd in her Arms:
His unbrush'd Beaver on the Floor was tofs'd;
His Notes were scatter'd, and his Bible lost,
In Alehoufe hid his dreaming Clerk was found,
And rear'd the fancy'd Stave with feeble Sound:
For nobler Sheets his Concordance he leaves,
And all the Parfon to the Lover gives.

VERSES

VERSE S

ON THE

Expected Arrival of Queen CHARLOTTE,

In an EPISTLE to a FRIEND, 1761.

By a GENTLEMAN of OXFORD.

Containing the Sentiments, Images, Metaphors, Machinery, Similies, 'Allufions, and all other Poetical Decorations, of the OXFORD VERSES, which were to appear on that aufpicious Occafion.

ES-every hopeful Son of Rhyme
Will furely feize this happy Time,

Vault upon Pegasus's Back,

Now grown an Academick Hack,

And fing the Beauties of a Queen,

(Whom, by the by, he has not feen ;) Will fwear her eyes are black as jet, Her teeth as Pearls in Coral fet;

Will tell us that the Rofe has lent

Her