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A Ramble in St. James’s Park.

M UCH Wine had past, with grave Discourse,

Of who-who, and who does worse,

Such as you usually do hearFrom them that Diet at the Bear ;

When I, who still take Care to seeDrunkenness reliev’d by Lechery,

Went out into St James's Park,

To cool my Head, and fire my Heart ;

But tho’ St. James has th’ Honour on’t,

’Tis consecrate to-- and ——

There, by a most incestuous Birth,

Strange Woods spring from the teeming Earth jFor they relate how, heretofore,

When antient Pitt began to whore,

Deluded all his Assignation,

(Jilting, it seems, was then in Faihion)

Poor pensive Lover in this PlaceWou’d - ' ■ upon his Mother’s Face;

Whence Rows of Mandrakes tall did rife,

Whose lewd Tops-— the very Skies.

Each imitative Branch does twineIn some lov’d Fold of A r e t i n e ;

And nightly now beneath their Shade,

Are Bugg’ries, Rapes, and Incests made.

Unto this All-frn iheltring Grove,

Whores of the Bulk, and the Alcove,

Great Ladie-, Chamber-Maids, and Drudges,

The Rag-Picker, and Hieress trudges ;

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