Says Banks, I'm forry it fhould be my lot

Ever to disoblige my goffip Trot:

Yet t'en't my fault; but fo 'tis fortune tries one,
To make his meat become his neighbour's poifon
And fo we pray for winds upon this coast,

By which on t'other natives may be loft.
Therefore in patience reft, tho' I proceed;
There's no ill-nature in the case, but need.
Tho' for
your ufe this water will not ferve,
I'd rather you shou'd choak, than I fhou'd ftarve.

Little

Little MOUTHS.

F

By the Same

ROM London, Paul the carrier coming down

To Wantage, meets a beauty of the town;

They both accoft with falutation pretty,

As how doft Paul? Thank ye, and how doft Betty?
Did'ft fee our Jack, nor fifter? No, you've seen,
I warrant, none but those who saw the Queen.
Many words spoke in jeft, fays Paul, are true,
I came from Windfor, and if fome folks knew
As much as I, it might be well for you.

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Lord, Paul! what is't? Why give me something for't,
This kifs, and this. The matter's then in short,
The parliament have made a proclamation,

Which will this week be fent all round the nation;

That

That maids with little mouths do all prepare
On Sunday next to come before the Mayor,
And that all batchelors be likewise there.

For maids with little mouths fhall, if they please,
From these young men chuse two apiece.

Betty with bridled chin extends her face,

And then contracts her lips with fimpr'ing grace,
Cries, hem! pray what must all the huge ones do
For husbands, when we little mouths have two ?
Hold, not fo faft, cries he, pray pardon me,
Maids with huge gaping wide mouths must have three.
Betty diftorts her face with hideous fquaul,

And mouth of a foot wide begins to bawl,
Oh! Ho! Is't fo? The cafe is alter'd, Paul.
Is that the point? I wish the three were ten,
I warrant F'll find mouth, if they'll find men.

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Hold

Hold faft below.

By the Same.

T

HERE was a lad th' unluckieft of his crew,

Was ftill contriving fomething bad, but new ;

His comrades all obedience to him paid,

In executing what defigns he laid ;

'Twas they should rob the orchard, he'd retire,
His foot was fafe, whilft their's was in the fire.
He kept them in the dark to that degree,

None should prefume to be fo wise as he ;
But being at the top of all affairs,

The profit was his own, the mischief theirs:

There fell fome words made him begin to doubt,
The rogues would grow fo wife to find him out;

He

He was not pleas'd with this, and so next day
He cries to 'em as going just to play:

What a rare jack-daw's neft is there, look up,
You fee 'tis almoft at the fteeple's top.
Ah, fays another, we can have no hope

Of getting thither to't without a rope.

Says then the fleering fpark with courteous grin,
By which he drew his infant cullies in ;
Nothing more eafy: Did you never see
How in fwarm bees hanging bee by a bee
Make a long sort of rope below the tree?
Why mayn't we do the fame, good Mr. John!
For that contrivance pray let me alone.

Tom fhall hold Will, you Will, and I'll hold you,

And then I warrant you the thing will do.
But if there's any does not care to try,

Let us have no jack-daws, and what care I!
That touch'd the quick, and fo they foon comply'd,
No argument like that was e'er deny'd,

And therefore instantly the thing was try'd.

They hanging down on strength above depend,
Then to himself mutters their trufty friend,
The dogs are almost useless grown to me,

I ne'er fhall have fuch opportunity