On a Pannel at the Rose.
Nanny Meadowes has undone me,
From myself her Charms have won me.
With Love’s blazing Flames I die,
Whither, whither shall I fly!
Underneath.
Prithee, Coxcomb, without Whining,
Say thou hast a mind to Sinning
With a Guinea, do but ask her,
Love you’ll find——is no hard Task, Sir.