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TO MY MISTRESS.
Om de armis tres,
A LOVE SONG.
Apud in is almi de si re,
• Moll is a beauty,
Has an acute eye ;
+ O my dear mistress
I am in a distress.
A pudding is all my desire,
A GENTLE ECHO ON WOMAN.
IN THE DORIC MANNER.
Shepherd. Echo, I ween, will in the woods reply,
And quaintly answer questions: shall I try? Echo.
Try. Shepherd. What must we do our passion to express ? Echo.
Press. Shepherd. How shall I please her, who ne'er loved before ? Echo.
Before. Shepherd. What most moves women when we then address ? Echo.
A dress. Shepherd. Say, what can keep her chaste whom I adore ? Echo.
A door. Shepherd. If music softens rocks, love tunes my lyre. Echo.
Liar, Shepherd. Then teach me, Echo, how shall I come by her? Echo.
Buy her. Shepherd. When bought, no question I shall be her dear? Echo.
Her deer, Shepherd. But deer have horns : how must I keep her under ? Echo.
Keep her under. Shepherd. But what can glad me when she's laid on bier ? Echo.
Beer. Shepherd. What must I do when women will be kind ? Echo.
Be kind. Shepherd. What must I do when women will be cross? Echo.
Be cross Shepherd. Lord, what is she that can so turn and win i? Echo.
Wind. Shepherd. If she be wind, what stills her when she blows ? Echo,
What woman is and how to guard her well. Echo.
Guard her well.
TO MY NOSE.
Knows he that never took a pinch,
Nosey! the pleasure thence which flows ?
Which my nose knows?
Oh, nose! I am as fond of thee
As any mountain of its shows!
A Roman knows!
ROGER AND DOLLY.
Young Roger came tapping at Dolly's window
Thumpaty, thumpaty, thump;
Glumpaty, glumpaty, glump.
Stumpaty, stumpaty, stump.
the reason, dear Dolly ? he cried-
Trumpaty, trumpaty, trump-
Crumpaty, crumpaty, crump-
Numpaty, numpaty, nump-
Trumpaty, trumpaty, trump-
Jumpaty, jumpaty, jump-
Slumpaty, slumpaty, slump-
Dumpaty, dumpaty, dump
He did speedily find one more fat and more kind
Plumpaty, plumpaty, plump-
Mumpaty, mumpaty, mump.
A lady very stylish, man,
A nasty, ugly Irishman,
A wild tremendous Irishman, A tearing, swearing, thumping, bumping, ranting, roaring Irishman.
His face was no ways beautiful,
For with small-pox 't was scarred across :
O the lump of an Irishman,
The whiskey devouring IrishmanThe great he-rogue with his wonderful brogue, the fighting, riot
And the other eye was out, my dear;
O, the great big Irishman,
The rattling, battling IrishmanThe stamping, ramping, swaggering, staggering, leathering swash
of an Irishman.
That he used to snort and snufile-0,
And in shape and size the fellow's neck
0, the horrible Irishman,
The thundering, blundering IrishmanThe slashing, dashing, smashing, lashing, thrashing, hashing Irish
Being Timothy Thady Mulligan;
The boozing, bruising Irishman,
The 'toxicated IrishmanThe whiskey, frisky, rummy, gummy, brandy, no dandy Irishman.
Like all the girls of quality;
O, the leathering Irishman,
I'm sure by this Irishman.
A CATALECTIC MONODY!