Name her I wish to make my Bride.

At Epsom on a Window.

When my brisk Lass

Upon the Grass,

Will sport, and Give her Love;

She'll wink and pink,

Till she can't think;

That's Happiness, by Jove!

Per Jovem Juro.
J. M.

The following is in a Caberet Window at Paris, to be read forwards and backwards the same.