The Merry-Thought Volume Ii Part 14

Her Step delivers those her Eyes enslave, She looks to conquer, but she treads to save.

_From a Window at Kidderminster, Worcestershire._

_A Sc.r.a.p of a Lady's Life._

When first she wakes, a Sigh or two she fetches, Then rubs her Eyes,----and Arms and Legs she stretches!

Oh! for a Husband, out she gently cries, If he were here,----he would not let me rise; But I must up, for Fear my Love should stay, And we should be too late at the new Play.

Here, _Jenny_, reach my Slippers, bring the Pot; Then out she jumps, and down she gives a Squat, I think I need not tell you what to do, And then she lets a merry Crack or two.

W. Overb - - ry.

_Bog-House at Ludlow._

Two pitiful Dukes at our Race did appear; One bespoke him a Girl, the other new Geer, And both went away without paying I hear, For the Cheat lov'd his Money, and so did the Peer.

_Underwritten._

You Rogue, Taylor shan't catch me, while your Legs they are cross'd.

Don't cry, my dear Girl, since you have got more than you lost.

_FINIS._

The

MERRY-THOUGHT:

or, the

Gla.s.s-Window and Bog-House

MISCELLANY.

Taken from

The Original Ma.n.u.scripts written in _Diamond_ by Persons of the first Rank and Figure in _Great Britain_; relating to Love, Matrimony, Drunkenness, Sobriety, Ranting, Scandal, Politicks, Gaming, and many other Subjects, _Serious_ and _Comical_.

Faithfully Transcribed from the Drinking-Gla.s.ses and Windows in the several noted _Taverns_, _Inns_, and other _Publick Places_ in this Nation.

_Published by_ HURLO THRUMBO.

_Gameyorum, Wildum, Gorum, Gameyorum a Gamy, Flumarum a Flumarum, A Rigdum Bollarum A Rigdum, for a little Gamey._

Bethleham-Wall, Moor-Fields.

PART IV.

_LONDON_:

Printed for J. ROBERTS in _Warwick-Lane_; and Sold by the Booksellers in Town and Country. [Price 6 _d._]

_N. B._ There being a great Number of these Pieces of Wit and Humour at most Places of publick Resort in this Kingdom, it is hoped that all, who are pleased with, or willing to promote this Design, will be so good as to collect and send them to the Publisher hereof. The Editor does not care how merry they are, provided they are not obscene.

THE

MERRY-THOUGHT.

PART IV.

To the EDITOR of the Gla.s.s-Window, _&c._ Miscellany.

_Mr._ BOG,

Where Wit and Learning (as at present in this our Isle) so much abound, great Marvel it is to me, That so worthy a Compiler of other Men's Labours as yourself, should be put to the little mean Shifts of copying from such _Cacascriptores_, who have from _Hudibras_, _Tom Brown_, and others of the like Rank, their little Bits and Sc.r.a.ps, basely purloined, whereby you run a Risque of being deem'd yourself a Plagiary: Nor is it less unbecoming the Dignity and Fidelity of your Undertaking, to supply the Want of Application and Diligence, by filling up your lifeless Pages with Musical Punctations, as vile and unrelishing as ever echo'd from your own natural Bagpipe. Therefore, that you may the better be enabled these Indecencies equally to avoid, I send you the following _Collectanea Nasutula_: If you honour them, I shall honour your next Performance; if not, _Non cuicunque datum est habere nasum_.

_From a Boghouse near _Lincoln's-Inn-Fields_._

_The_ WISH.

Oh! may our Senate, learn'd and great, (In order to perpetuate The tuneful Strains and witty Flights, Of him that Studies while he sh - - ts) Decree all Landlords, thro' the Nation, Shall lay (on Pain of Flagellation) In some meet Corner of their Dark Hole A cuspidated Piece of Charcoal; Or, where the Walls are cas'd with Wainscot, A Piece of Chalk with equal Pains cut; That those who labour at both Ends, To ease themselves, and serve their Friends, May not, reluctant, go from Sh - - t, And leave no Relict of their Wit, For want of necessary Tools To impart the _Proles_ of their Stools: Then _Cibber_'s Odes, and _Tindal_'s Sense, _Caleb_ and _Henley_'s Eloquence, _Woolston_, and all such learned Sophi's, Would be cut down in House-of-Office: _Oxford_ and _Cambridge_ too would join Their Puns, to make the Boghouse shine Each learn'd Society would try all (From lowest Club, to that call'd Royal,) To furnish something might improve Religion, Politicks, or Love: Grand _Keyber_, Gormogons, Free Masons, And _Heydeger_, with all his gay Sons, Would find to suit, with Lectures there, Their Intellectuals to a Hair: _Bodens_ might pick up Wit from thence, and lay The _Drama_ of another Modish Play.

So wise a Law would doubtless tend To prove our Senate, Learning's Friend; Whilst Trade, and such like fond Chimeras, Might wait more fit and leisure _aera's._

_From a Window at the _Dolphin_ Inn in _Southampton_._

The Wedding-Night past, says Sir _John_ to his Mate, Faith Madam I'm bit (tho' I find it too late) By your d - - - n'd little Mouth, or else I'm a Wh.o.r.e's Son, For the Cross underneath's quite out of Proportion.

Good Sir _John_, says my Lady, then under the Rose, I'm as bad bit as you, by your plaguy long Nose: You have not by half so much as I wanted, I've more than you want, yet y'are not contented.

_From the Playhouse Boghouse._

Good Folks, sh - - t and write, and mend honest Bog's Trade, For when you sh - - t Rhymes, you help him to Bread: He'el feed on a Jest, that is broke with your Wind, And fatten on what you here leave behind.