I vow I never yet have don't!

Lord! Pray, Sir, do not press me so;

I'll call for all the Folks below.

Good Lord! what is't? You're very rude;

And then she acted like a Prude.

And then,

Like Birds of a Feather,

They flock'd together.

S. T.

Rebuses on Drinking-Glasses, at a private Club of Gentlemen.