76 Miscellaneous Poems,

I love another of a different HueFrom such a silly Dunder-head as you.

If you stand talking at that foolish Rate,

My Chamber-pot shall be about your Fate,

Be gone, you empty Sot, and let me sleep ;

At this poor Ahsalon began to weep,

And his hard Fate with Sighs and Groans deplore,Was ever faithful Love thusJerv'd before ?

Since, then, my Sweet, what I desre's in vain,

Let me but one small Boon , a Kiss obtain.

And will you then be gone, nor loiter here,

Quoth Alison ? Ay certainly my Bear /

Make ready then-Now, Nicholas, lye still;

’Tis such a Jest that you shall laugh your fill.

Ravilh’d whith Joy, Nab fell upon his Knees,

The happiest Man alive in all Degrees;

In silent Raptures be began to cry,

No Lord in Europe is so bles as I.

I may expect more Favours for a KissIt an Assurance os a farther Bliss.

The Window now unclafp’d, with slender Voice,

Cries Alison, be quick, and make no Noise ;

I would not for the World our Neighbours hear,

For they’re made up of Jealousy and Fear.

Then silken Handkerchief from Pocket came,

To wipe his Mouth full clean, to kiss the Dame.

Dark was the Night, as any Coal or Pitch,

When at the Window, she clap’d out her Breech.

The Parilh-Clerk ne’er doubted what to do,

But afk’d no Questions, and in haste fell to.

On her blind Side full favourly he prestA loving Kiss, e’er he smelt out the Jest.

Aback he starts, for he knew well enough,

That Women’s Lips are smooth, but these were rough:What have I done, quoth he ? and rav’d and star’d,

Ah me I I've ki/s'd a Woman with a Beard.

He curs’d the Hour, and rail’d against the Stars,

That he was born to kiss my Lady’s Arse.

Tehea