When Gaiety’s destroy’d by Fate,
The Man they lov’d before,
———————— They hate.
In a Bog-House over the Water, at the Spread-Eagle in Bunny in Nottinghamshire.
The nicest Maid, with the whitest Rump,
May sit and sh——te, and hear it plump.
On a Glass Window in the same Place.
For what did Venus love Adonis,
But for the Gristle, where no Bone is?