So wise a Law would doubtless tend
To prove our Senate, Learning’s Friend;
Whilst Trade, and such like fond Chimeras,
Might wait more fit and leisure Æra’s.
From a Window at the Dolphin Inn in Southampton.
The Wedding-Night past, says Sir John to his Mate,
Faith Madam I’m bit (tho’ I find it too late)
By your d---n’d little Mouth, or else I’m a Whore’s Son,
For the Cross underneath’s quite out of Proportion.
Good Sir John, says my Lady, then under the Rose,