SIR, Hether these Lines do find you out, W or Or reconciling Three in one, Or the unridling how Men die, And live at once eternally, Now take you up) know 'tis decreed There you fhall find the Wit, and Wine Difhes, with Names not known in Books, Umpire in's Father's Company. Where Where no Difputes nor forc'd Defence Of a Man's Perfon for his Sense Take up the time; all ftrive to be Against Fruition. FYE upon Minds that breath but one Denre: YE upon Hearts that burn with mutual Fire; Were I to curfe th' unhallow'd fort of Men, Hopes join'd with Doubts, and Joys with April Tears, Like waking in a Morning, when all Night And no brave Spirit ever car'd for that Which in Down-Beds with Eafe he cou'd come at. In keeping us in Hopes ftrange Things to fee A I ABALLAD upon a Wedding. Tell thee, Dick, where I have been, Oh Things without compare! Such Sights again cannot be found. Be it at Wake, or Fair. At Charing-Crofs, hard by the Way And there did I fee coming down Such Folks as are not in our Town, Vorty at leaft, in Pairs. Amongst the reft, one Peft'lent fine, Walk'd on before the reft: Our Landlord looks like nothing to him: At Course a-Park, without all doubt, By all the Maids i'th' Town: Though lufty Roger there had been, Or Vincent of the Crown. But wot you what? The Youth was going The Parfon for him ftaid: Yet by his Leave, for all his hafte, (Perchance) as did the Maid. Could Could ever yet produce: No Grape that's kindly ripe, could be Nor half fo full of Juice. Her Finger was fo fmall, the Ring And to fay truth (for out it muft) About our young Colt's Neck Her Feet beneath her Petticoat, As if they fear'd the Light: But oh! fhe dances fuch a way! Is half fo fine a Sight. He wou'd have kifs'd her once or twice, She wou'd not do't in Sight; And then she look'd as who fhou'd fay And fhall do't at Night. you Her Cheeks fo rare a white was on, (Who fees them is undone) For Streaks of red were mingled there, The Side that's next the Sun. Her Lips were red, and one was thin Some Bee had ftung it newly. 9 Her Her Mouth fo fmall when she does fpeak, But the fo handled ftill the Matter, They came as good as ours, or better, If wishing fhou'd be any Sin, She look'd that Day fopurely: And did the Youth so oft the Feat It would have spoil'd him, furely. Paffion o'me! how I run on! There's that that wou'd be thought upon, I trow; befides the Bride.. The Bus'nefs of the Kitchin's great, For it is fit that Men fhou'd eat; Nor was it there deny'd. Juft in the nick the Cook knock'd thrice, And all the Waiters in a trice His Summons did obey, Each ferving-Man with Dish in Hand, When all the Meat was on the Table, And this the very Reason was, Before the Parfon could fay Grace, The Company was feated. How Hats fly off, and Youths carouse; Healths first go round, and then the House, The Bride's came thick and thick; And when 'twas nam'd anothers Health, Perhaps he made it hers by stealth, And who could help it, Dick? Oth |