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.