Lascivious, as the human Race could be,
She could not see a Man, but fell in Extasy.
On a dyer’s Sign at Southwark.
I die to live,
I live to die,
And hope to live eternally.
At the Star at Coventry.
A poor Woman was ill in a dangerous Case,
She lay in, and was just as some other Folks was:
By the Lord, cries She then, if my Husband e’er come,