I feel I'm in Love to Distraction, A Letter when I am inditing, Comes Cupid and gives me a Jog, And I fill all the Paper with writing Of nothing but fweet Molly Mag. If I would not give up the three Graces Those Faces want Nature and Spirit, Those who toast all the Family Royal, Were Virgil alive with his Phillis, And writing another Eclogue; Both his Phillis and fair Amaryllis He'd give up for fweet Mally Mog. When When she smiles on each Guest, like her Liquor, Then Jealoufy fets me agog, To be fure fhe's a Bit for the Vicar, * A new Song of new SIMILIES. MY Paffion is as Mustard strong; I fit all fober fad, Drunk as a Piper all Day long, Round as a Hoop the Bumpers flow; Pert as a Pear-monger I'd be, The reft of Womankind. Lean as a Rake with Sighs and Care, Sleek as a Moufe before. Plump as a Partridge was I known, My Cheeks as fat as Butter grown; I melancholy as a Cat, Am kept awake to weep; Hard is her Heart as Flint or Stone, The God of Love, at her Approach, Is bufy as a Bee, Hearts found as any Bell or Roach, Ay me, as thick as Hops or Hail, The fine Men crowd about her; But foon as dead as a Door-Nail Strait as my Leg her Shape appears; O were we join'd together! My Heart would be fcot-free from Cares, As As fine as Five-pence is her Mien, No Drum was ever tighter ; Her Glance is as the Razor keen, And not the Sun is brighter. As foft as Pap her Kiffes are, As fmooth as Glafs, as white as Curds, Her Wit, like Pepper, bites. Brisk as a Body-Loufe fhe trips, Sweet as a Rofe her Breath and Lips, Round as the Globe her Breast. Full as an Egg was I with Glee, And happy as a King: Good Lord! how all Men envy'd me! But falfe as Hell, fhe, like the Wind, And like the Gospel true. T If I and Molly cou'd agree, Let who wou'd take Peru! Great as an Emp'ror fhould I be, Till you grow tender as a Chick, Let us, like Burs, together stick, And warm as any Toaft. You'll know me truer than a Dye, Sure as a Gun, fhe'll drop a Tear, New |