We’ll never come here again;

And let her alone remain.

J. S.
R. S. 17 July.
1722. very truly.

I do not complain of my Phillis,

Because I know what her proud Will is;

For I know how she’ll rant,

And I know what I want;

G--d d---n her old Aunt;

I stand here, and wait for her, That still is.

On a beautiful Sempstress, in a Window at Charing-Cross.