Mitre, Hampton, 1708.
Celia, the Joy of all my Parts,
I kiss'd, and broke ten thousand Hearts:
There's ne'er a Man the Girl will see,
But dearest, dearest, dearest me.
I. H. Esq; I can boast,
The greatest Conquest o'er the greatest Toast.
Underwritten.
Proud Puppy, who pretend'st to find,
A Woman with a constant Mind,