And always well attended.
From a Window in Carlisle, the Sign forgot.
How says the Proverb, can it e’er be thought,
What’s bred i’th’ Bone can out o’the Flesh be brought:
Her Mother kiss’d with every one, and Moll does plainly shew her;
For Molly kind is kiss’d by none, but only all that know her.
I. S. 1718.
From another Pane in the same Place.
As dear N——y B——k look’d into the Street,
From this Window where now I am musing,