Together with Mifs PUDICA's Senfe of the Word ECLAIRCISSEMENT, AND A EPITHALAMIUM on her NUPTIALS, By Tom Tenor, Clerk of the Parish. To the Tune of "Green grow the Rufhes O'." By WILLIAM HONEYCOMB, Esq. Another and another fill fucceeds, And the laft Fool's as welcome as the former. Ridiculum acri Fortius ac melius. ROWE. HOR. London: Printed for M. Cooper, in Pater-Nofter Row. M.DCC.LIV. • From the Addenda to the MONTHLY REVIEW of February, 1754, we extract the following article, and critique upon it. "The hiftory of PUDICA," &c. as above, "Octavo, is. "6d. Cooper.-This appears to be the fecret hiftory of a young lady in real life, the incidents of which are put t "gether in a loose and rambling manner; but related with a good deal of pleafantry, and fome humour." 'Sdeath, 'Sdeath, I'll print it, And fhame the fools. RESENTMENT, like that of Pope's poet, occa fioned the publication; which abounds with more acrimonious humour, learning, and wit, than any thing he has fince wrote: and although it is not our wish to revive the faftidious ftory, nor probe afresh the feelings of those who received the wound given by the venom'd fhaft of malevolence, yet we cannot, in juftice to Dick's mufe on that occafion, omit the Epithalanium. Wedding-verfes on the happy marriage of MILES DINGLEBOB, Esq. and Madam his Lady, by their Honour's Pfalm.finging Clerk, Thomas Tenor, of Popgun-hall, in the County of N-rf—lk, Addreffed to the Ringers of the Parish, and to the II. Her four lovers may go hoop, Her four, &c. The 'Squire o' the Hall By talking of the chicken-coop, 111. 1 Milly take thee Molly O', Į Milly, &c.t I am content, Nor do lament, For all men have their folly O'. IV. JACK SHADWELL long'd to touch the gold, JACK SHADWELL, &c. But trying to kiss VII. Then up arofe Count ANTIQUARY, Then up, &c. What tho' they fneer At you, my dear, You'll be a Countess, Mrs, Mary. VIII. Suppofe that I don't like 'ye O',' Sir Count enough, I'm for better stuff, O! you don't know PUDICA O'. IX. The 'Squire I faw all in his trim, And by the light 'Twas fuch a wight, I scarcely could believe it him. X. And don't you think he was very wife? And, &c. His eyes who faid, All in his head, Appear'd like two fcalt goofberries. XI. Madam they fay was fond of thapes, Madam, &c. And eke they fay, 'Till t'other day, In Hell the dreaded leading apes. XII. Ring, my boys, O! ring away, If right I think, We fhan't want drink, For 'tis the 'Squire's wedding-day, XIII. By and by the 'Squire to bed will go, Then we'll have done, Nor fpoil the fun, Until to-morrow's cock doth crow. XIV. If I aright again should think, It I aright, &c. Why let me die, If by her eye, I do believe he'll fleep a wink. XV. Green grow the rushes O', Green grow, &c. No Duke fo fine I do divine Is happier with his Duchess O'. "As when pale Envy, damning, crawls along, "Guile in the heart, and gall beneath the tongue." BAFFLED |