When together in Bed are my Chloe and I:
But when she is gone, I bemoan my hard Fate,
It is Millions of Years till she knocks at my Gate.
Underwritten.
D——n the Clock for its Inconstancy; to give me Moments and Ages in the same Time! O my Chloe!
R. W. 1720.
From a Window in Chancery-Lane.
Here did I lay my Celia down;
I got the P-x, and she got half a Crown.
W. T. 1719.