At Epping, in a Window.
What care I, to acknowledge my Lord was my Father?
To inherit his Fortune and Weakness together;
If a Porter had got me with Health, I’d much rather.
Rebus on Miss Jane Mar-tin.
To spoil the Cornish Ore,
Names the Nymph that I adore.
Rebus on Miss Bell-a-dine.
What in a Steeple bears a Sound?
What in the Horn-Book first is found;