Come hither, Barristers of Dress,

That once your Lips may meet Success:

From Rufus’ filthy Hall withdraw;

Here only ye can live by Law.

A Rebus on Lady of Quality, on a Glass at the Old Devil Tavern.

What fly from her Eyes, and the Place whither I

Must soon be convey’d to, unless she comply,

Is the Name of the Beauty for whom I could die.

N. B. Darts and Shafts fly from her Eyes, and if one dies, one must be bury’d.

Under the Rebus on Lady Sh---bury, at the Devil Tavern, is this;