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To B-thus refignd in friendly wife, Our glaring Lass begins apace to rise, Distributing her Favours very thick, And sometimes witty Willmot had a lick; And thus she traded on in noble Ware, Serving the rest with what her Lord cou'd

spare ;

B--- was Lord of all her Hairy Mannor,
The rest was only Tenants to his Honour.
By thefe degrees, the ranting Whore crept up,
Until she mounted to the Sovereign Top.
Dread Sir, quoth B-ham, in Duty bound,
I come to give your Kingship Counsel found:
I wonder you should dote fo like a Fop,
OnC -d whom her very Footmen g--pe:
D'ye think you

don't
your

Parliament offend,
That all they give you on a Beggar spend?
Permit me, Sir, to recommend a w
Kiss her but once, you'll ne'er kiss C---nd more;
Sh'll fit you to a hair,' all Wit, all Fire,
And Impudence, to your own Hearts desire;
And more than this, Sir, you'll save Money

by her: She's B-Whore at present, but you know, When Soveraign wants a W---, that Subjects

must forego. This pat old R.---- Codpiece in a Heat, Go Mrs. Knight, quoth he, and fetch her

Atrait : Soft, quoth Lord B--- but first pay my Score, She's coftme many Pound, then take the Whore:

This R--- scented, and to lay bis Itch,
Gave him an Earldom to resign his Bitch :
And now behold a Common Drab become
The glorious Mate for English Monarch's B--m;
Nor was it long before the Artful Sl--
Had got the length of her great Master's Foot ;
She knew so well to weild his Royal

..
That none had such a Knack to please the----
When he was dumpish, she would still be jo-

cund,
And chuck the Royal Chin of Co--the Second;
Then with her Heels lock in the scepter'd Cull,
Whom finding somewhat pblegmatick and

dull,
My Liege, she'd say, come lets be frank and

merry,
And in Love's Cave our Melancholy bury.
Tbrice happy Nell that badst a King so gracious
To raise up Princes to thy Duft and Ashes,
Whose great humility wou'd stoop so low,
On thee and thine his Favours to bestow:
Sure there are hidden Charms about thy mid-

dle,
And sure, experienc'd Females have a Fiddle:

For this old R--- gave 'em Coach and Horses,
:: Furnished them Palaces, and Stuft their Purses;

Calld Parliaments, pretending War with France,
And all his Harlots Grandeur to advance,
His Shut up Chequer did his Passion prove,
As well as Crown Lands sold for humble Love.
How will succeeding Story blush to tell
What this Great Britain's Monarch e'er did
well

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Who wou'd not wonder, while he takes such

pains And on both old and young his vigor dreins, Nor wou'd his Nelley long be his Surviver, Alas! who now was good enough to drive her? So she gave way to her consuming Grief, Which brought ber past all Gally-pot Relief; Howe'er it were, as the Old-women say, Her Time was come, and then there's no Delay: So down into the Stygian Lake (he dropt, To meet the Prince she had so often topt.

A SONG

By the R. H. the Earl of Dorset.

1.

HYLLIS, the fairest of Love's Foes,

Yet fiercer than a Dragon,
Phyllis, that scorn'd the powder'd Beaus,

What has she now to brag on?
Since while she kept her Legs so close,
Her Breech had scarce a Rag ori.

II.
Compelld by Want, this wretched Maid,

j Which surely Strephon hearing, said,,

It was both:shame and fin To pity such a lazy Jade,

That wou'd neither Kiss nor Spins

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The Beautiful Lady of the MAT.

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Written by Mr. Dryden, in the Year 1691.

I.
Quire of bright Ladies in Spring did

appear, To chufe a May-Lady to govern the Year; All the Nymphs were in White, and the Shep

herds in Green, The Garland was given, and Phyllis was

Queen;
But Phyllis refus'd it, and Gigbing did say,
I'll not wear a Garland while Pan is away.

II.
WhilePan and fair Syrinx are fled from the shore,
The Graces are banith'd, and Love is no more.
The soft God of Pleasure, that warm'd our de-

fires Has broken bis Bow, and extinguish'd his Fires, And vows that himselfand hisMother willmourn Till Pan and fair Syrinx in Triumph return.

III. Forbear your Addresses, and Court us no more, For we will perform wbat the Deity swore. But if you dare think of deserving our Charms, Away with your Sheep-hooks, and take to your

Arms; Then Lawrels and Myrtles your Brows shall a

dorn, When Pan, and his Son, and fair Syrinx return.

196 A Panegyrick on King WILLIAM.

By the Honourable J. How Esq; Hres A IL happy William? thou art strangely

? great, And art the cause thy Virtues are thy Fate : ForThee the Child the Parents Hearts will sting, For Thee the Favourite will desert the King, For Thee the Partiot will subvert the Laws, For Thee the Judge will still decide the Cause, For Thee the Prelate will his Church betray, For Thee the Soldier fights without his Pay, For Thee the Freeman mortgages his Hold, For Thee the Miser lavishes his Gold, For Thee the Merchant loses all his Store, For Thee the Sailors prest, and starves on shore; For Thee our Senate our best Laws fufpend, And will make any new to serve thy End: The chief design of all their loyal Votes, Is to invent new Ways, new Means, and Plots. Nor Credit in the Land but thine will pass, No ready Money, if it wants thy Face. Thy loyal Slaves love thy Oppression more Than all their Wealth and Liberty before : For Thee and Tyranny they all declare, And beg the Blessing of eternal War. And that thisWonder may more wondrous seem, Thou never yet didst one good thing for them. Rebels (like Witches) having sign'd the Rolls, Must serve their Master, cho' they damn their Souls.

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