Till he'd hardly got Breath for to buckle his Shoe;
But turning around, he let a great F---t,
And blow'd her a Kiss according to Art.
B. R. 1715.
At the Swan at Chelsea, in a Summer-House Window.
Jenny demure, with prudish Looks,
Turns up her Eyes, and rails at naughty Folks;
But in a private Room, turns up her lech'rous Tail,
And kisses till she's in for Cakes and Ale.
L. M. July 17. 1727.