Either on this, or t’other Side,
That none could tell when they did ride.
Underwritten.
Swim for thy Life, dear Boy, for I can feel neither Bottom nor Sides.
In Pencil upon a Wall in a Tavern near Covent-Garden.
I become all Things to all Men, to gain some, or I must have starved.
Moll. Friskey.
Star-Inn at Coventry.
Molly the gay, the black, the friskey,
Would kiss like any wanton Gipsey;