And then he kiss'd her Narsey-Parsey.

L. F. 1731.

Underwritten.

Dear Kitty could never have suffered Disgrace,

If whilst the old Fryar was kissing her A--se,

She'd pull'd up her Spirits, and sh--t in his Face.

From an hundred Windows.

That which frets a Woman most,

Is when her Expectation's crost.

Sun behind the Exchange.