Edinburgh University Library, MS Dc. 1. 3/1 (Ed3)

The first part (pp. 1–112) of a MS in a single professional hand, divided into six free-standing collections of verse with their own title pages but continuous pagination. Evidently the archival record of a scriptorium or a copy of that record. The first section lacks a Table. Written in Scotland by a local scribe circa 1680. Scribal idiosyncrasies include `the’ for `thee’ and vice versa; `the’ and `ye’ used interchangeably; `q’ for `wh’ as in `qo’ = `who’; and `yr’ standing for either `your’ or `their’.

First collection

How dull and how insensible a beast Ed3*1 (pp. 1-3)
Learn to write well or not to write at all
<An essay on satyr>

Of all the wonders since the world began Ed3*2 (pp. 3-5)
When all fools write to think no more of rhyme
<Barbara: piramidum sileat miracula memphis>

This rumour entering angry Titan’s ears Ed3*3 (pp. 5-8)
Renounced the very womb that bore me Jove
<Some passages preceding The Giants War translated out of a Greek fragment. Ves exemplaria Graeca. Nocturna versate manu versate diurna Jovis omnia plena … Virgil>

When duns were knocking at my door Ed3*4 (pp. 8-10)
That may all go home and spew / As I did
<Captain Radcliff’s debauch>

Young gallants o’th’ town leave off your whoring I pray Ed3*5 (p. 10)
Poor girl she was like to have lost her nose
<On the court ladies>

Nothing thou elder brother even to shade Ed3*6 (p. 11)
Flow swiftly into thee and in thee ever end
<On nothing>

In all humility we crave Ed3*7 (p. 11)
The greatest prince in Christendom
<The Commons to the k[ing]>

Charles at this time having no need Ed3*8 (p. 11)
Thanks you as much as if you did
<The k[ing’s] answer [both poem and title in large script]>

The gods and the goddesses lately did feast Ed3*9 (p. 12)
For heaven was never true heaven till now
<On a bowl of punch>

When Shakespeare Jonson Fletcher ruled the stage Ed3*10 (pp. 12-13)
Though by a different path each goes astray
<In defence of satyr>

To rack and torture thy unmeaning brain Ed3*11 (p. 13)
For anything entirely but an ass
<Answer to the defence of satyr [end: Rochester]>

Rail on poor feeble scribbler speak of me Ed3*12 (p. 14)
Thy pen is full as harmless as thy sword
<Answered by Sir Charles Scroope [end: S.C.S.]>

Drawn by my pensive thoughts into a field Ed3*13 (pp. 14-15)
And I with joy transported did awake
<The satanical cabal laid open in a vision. The argument. The proem England’s genius gives an account of hell’s consulting about that kingdom’s ruin…the poem ends with a hymn sung by a choir of angels [The hymn begins: `Just are thy ways first maker of all things’]>

As on his bed gasping Strephon lay Ed3*14 (p. 16)
Live not like Strephon but like Strephon die
<Strephon’s adieu to the world>

Naked she lay pressed in my longing arms Ed3*15 (p. 16)
To do the wronged Corinna right for me
<The imperfect enjoyment>

After death is nothing and nothing death Ed3*16 (p. 17)
Dreams whimsies and no more
<Post nihil mortem &c>

Thou common shore of this poetic town Ed3*17 (pp. 17-18)
His mistress lost and yet his pen’s his sword
<A familiar epistle to Julian secretary to the muses>

Stout Hannibal before he come to age Ed3*18 (p. 18)
Then up go we when wit and sense goes down
<The Oxford alderman’s speech to the D[uke] of M[onmou]th [end: Imprimatur Jacobus Dux Monmuthiensis cancellarius academiæ Cantabrigiensis]>

Rouse up my sons redeem your lost renown Ed3*19 (p. 18)
Revive the needful scene of forty-one
<Cromwell’s ghost in a full assembly of his lawfully adopted sons and hearty well wishers to the commonwealth>

All this with indignation have I hurled Ed3*20 (p. 19)
Man differs more from man than man from beast
<Apology>

From sawing the crown ‘twixt fanatics and friars Ed3*21 (p. 19)
From the commonwealth’s arms with his holiness’ cross / Lib[e]ra nos domine
<A litany>

O assist me ye powers who have rhymes at command Ed3*22 (pp. 19-20)
And so my renowned history ends
<On the Greenwich strollers>

Good people and’t please you give ear unto me Ed3*23 (pp. 20-2)
We have witnesses ready to swear it all out
<A new narrative of the Popish Plot showing their subtle contrivances with a singular providence to the nation in discovering the same. To the confusion of popery and the great comfort of all true Protestants. To the tune of Packington’s Pound. The Argument. Now Sir Godfrey is killed his body they hide… [In two parts. There is also an Argument to the second part]>

How far are they deceived who hope in vain Ed3*24 (pp. 22-3)
Before your pity I would choose your hate
<Ephelia to Bajazett>

Madam / If you’re deceived it is not by my cheat Ed3*25 (p. 23)
Disturbed with swords like Damocles his feast
<The answer by Sir Charles Scroope>

Crushed by that just contempt his follies bring Ed3*26 (p. 24)
Than what his very friends have said before
<On S.C.S. For answering Ephelia to Bajazett>

Bursting with pride the loathed impostume swells Ed3*27 (p. 24)
This knight o’th’ burning pestle makes us sport
<Answered again by Sir Cha[rles] Scroope on the Lord Alpride>

Rat too rat too rat tat tat tat loo Ed3*28 (pp. 24-5)
[no last line]
<A call to the guard [incomplete, rest of poem torn off after stanza 19 which ends `For what they eat in the suburbs they shite at Whitehall / All the guard’]>

<Page 25 (under the pasteover) probably contained the remaining 8 stanzas of #28>

Second collection

`A Collection of severall Satyrs, Lampoons[,] Songs & other poems.’

The sheet (p. 33) containing the Table and first half of `A satyr’ has been pasted onto page 25 after #28 and the top half of p. 26 has been pasted over p. 34. Pages 27-32 are lost.

Among the race of England’s modern peers Ed3*29 (p. 25)
[no last line]
<A satyr [first half only pasted onto p. 25, remainder lost] [Poem was originally on p. 33 of the MS, as indicated in TC, and the second half on p. 34 is probably obscured by p. 26 pasteover]>

[Come on ye critics find one fault who dare] Ed3*30 (p. 26)
Did ever libel yet so sharply bite
<[no title] [first half lost; preserved from `Thy style’s the same whatever be the theme’] [end: By the Lord Dorsett] [not in TC]>

Thou damned antipodes to common sense Ed3*31 (p. 26)
In the same strain thou writ’st thy comedy
<On Mr Edward Howard [pasteover] [not in TC]>

[You good men of Middlesex countrymen dear] Ed3*32 (p. 26[34])
Till thou soften his heart and open his ear
<On Sir Robert Peyton [title from TC] [First stanza and title obscured by p. 26 pasted over p. 34, on which the poem stands, though whole page now numbered 26]>

Fruition was the question in debate Ed3*33 (pp. 26[34],35)
Love’s chemistry thrives best on equal heat
<The imperfect enjoyment>

When Portsmouth did from England fly Ed3*34 (p. 35)
Ye should have lamed him too
<On Portsmouth’s departure>

Were I who to my cost already am Ed3*35 (pp. 35-6)
Is only who’s a knave of the first rate
<A satyr against mankind>

All this with indignation I have hurled Ed3*35.1 (pp. 36-7)
Man differs more from man than man from beast
<The apology [separated from the first half by a single line, rather than the double line normally used between entries]>

Were I to choose what sort of corpse I’d wear Ed3*36 (pp. 37-8)
But a rare something of ’em altogether
<An answer to the satyr against mankind>

Cleveland was doubtless to blame Ed3*37 (p. 38)
So many buttered buns
<On the Duchess of Cleveland>

Would you send Kate to Portugal Ed3*38 (p. 39)
And once more make Charles king again / This is the time
<To the parliament. Made on occasion as is said of my lord chancellor’s repetition of the word (this is the time)>

When plate was at pawn and fob at low ebb Ed3*39 (p. 39)
And still in their language quake vive le roy
<Royal resolutions>

I tell thee Dick where I have been Ed3*40 (pp. 40-1)
And I for them be shent
<The Chequer {Exchequer TC} Inn. Or a pleasant new ballad to the tune of I tell thee Dick>

Let each one take his glass Ed3*41 (p. 41)
Or live to betray each other
<The royal health>

Sure as you read my theme I’m sure you’ll ask Ed3*42 (pp. 41-2)
And wouldst not thou thyself for thine forswear
<To be wiser than our forefathers>

Deep in an unctuous vale ‘twixt swelling hills Ed3*43 (pp. 42-3)
If poor c[un]t did not master thee
<Iter occidentale or the wonders of warm winter>

Let the Commons hunt their plots with a hey Ed3*44 (pp. 43-4)
I’ll bid parliaments adieu / With a hey tronny mony mony no
<A satirical sonnet, To the tune of: I am the Duke of Norfolk>

Hail to the myrtle shade Ed3*45 (p. 44)
But sets what eternal spring
<Hail to the myrtle grove. A song>

Hail to the standing pricks Ed3*46 (p. 44)
And dies in the doctor’s debt
<The mock to it>

Men brethren fathers sons of holy love Ed3*47 (pp. 44-[5])
[no last line]
<The pope and cardinals in the consistory [incomplete, p. 45 excised]>

[lost work] Ed3*48 (p. [46])
<A dialogue [Title from TC. Poem on excised p. 46]>

[lost work] Ed3*49 (p. [46])
<To the Queen at Cambridge [Title from TC. Poem on excised p. 46]>

[If Sulla’s ghost made bloody Catiline start] Ed3*50 (pp. [46]-47)
Send Doctor Burnet to me or I die
<Mrs Nelly’s complaint [Title from TC. Poem began on excised p. 46]>

At court when none but knaves and fools prevail Ed3*51 (p. 47)
And’s since as right as e’er she was before
<Scottish loyalty. or Remarks upon the instalment>

<`Finis’>

Third collection

`A Collection of severall satyrs, Lampoons, songs, & other poemes &c.’

<The Table (p. 47)>

Now the reformers of the court and stage Ed3*52 (pp. 47-9)
Would damn themselves and their posterity
<The cabal>

By hell ’twas bravely done what less than this Ed3*53 (pp. 49-52)
An everlasting mark of grinning infamy
<Garnett’s ghost. Addressing to the Jesuits met in private cabal immediately after the death of Sir Edmond Berry Godfrey>

All my past life is now no more Ed3*54 (p. 52)
‘Tis all that fate allows
<Song>

As Colon drove his sheep along Ed3*55 (pp. 53-4)
Blither girls than any there
<Colon. A satyr>

Worthy sir / Though weaned from all these scandalous delights Ed3*56 (p. 54)
Could brook the man her sister so betrayed
<The Queenstreet letter>

Base mettle hanger by thy master’s thigh Ed3*57 (p. 54)
Or I’ll ne’er draw thee but against a post
<Lord Rochester on his p[ric]k>

Such a sad tale prepare to hear Ed3*58 (pp. 54-6)
No dildos from his ashes rise
<Dildo. A satyr>

What Timon does old age begin to approach Ed3*59 (pp. 56-7)
To drink beer glass or hear the bullies roar
<A satyr>

His holiness has three great friends Ed3*60 (p. 57)
It rules both church and state
<Satyr>

All human things are subject to decay Ed3*61 (pp. 57-9)
With double portion of his father’s art
<Mac Flecknoe>

Thou’rt more inconstant than the wind or sea Ed3*62 (pp. 59-60)
There’s none so much cornuted as his heart
<The hypocrite>

Since to restrain our joys that ill but rude Ed3*63 (p. 60)
When we meet next be sure you all deny
<Instructions to his mistress how to behave herself at supper before her husband>

Chloe in verse by your command I write Ed3*64 (pp. 60-3)
But you are tired and so am I / Farewell
<A letter from Artemisa in the town to Cloe in the country>

As when a bully draws his sword Ed3*65 (p. 63)
Mongrels will serve to keep him down
<To Mr Ed[ward] Howard on his British Princes {Princess}>

You scribblers that write still of widows and maids Ed3*66 (p. 63)
If everyone’s wife would turn honest again
<The Lady Freschvile’s Song of the wives. To the tune of Four able physicians are lately come down>

What words what sense what night-piece can express Ed3*67 (pp. 63-4)
And brought three kingdoms to his master’s laws
<On the penitent death of the Earl of Rochester>

Julian how comes it that of late we see Ed3*68 (p. 64)
He should enjoy her woman if he can
<To Julian>

As when proud Lucifer aimed at the throne Ed3*69 (p. 64)
For though his pride’s as great his cunning’s less
<The parallel>

Since satyr is the only thing that’s writ Ed3*70 (pp. 64-5)
To make good Poet Paunch’s prophecy
<Satyr undisguised>

Prepare O you cits your charter to lose Ed3*71 (p. 65)
And want but the word for to plunder
<To the loyal Londoners>

<`Finis’>

Fourth collection

`A Collection of Satyr’s Lampoon’s &c’

<The Table (p. 65)>

At five this morn when Phoebus raised his head Ed3*72 (pp. 66-7)
Did seem to me by much the wiser creature
<Observations on Tunbridge Wells>

Out of stark love and arrant devotion Ed3*73 (p. 67)
But the hellfire of marriage the damned do endure
<Against marriage>

Phillis be gentler I advise Ed3*74 (p. 67)
And never know the joy
<Song by the L[ord] Rochester>

Apollo concerned to see the transgressions Ed3*75 (pp. 67-9)
Because they alone made the plays to go off
<The first session of poets>

Since the sons of the muses grew numerous and loud Ed3*76 (p. 69)
For he had writ plays and ne’er was in print
<The second session of poets>

Ascend Alecto from thy den and come Ed3*77 (pp. 69-71)
They vanished and all ?esto sunk to hell
<The grand imposture>

It was when the dark lanthorn of the night Ed3*78 (p. 71)
I felt my belly wet and slept again
<Lord Rochester’s dream>

There is a monarch in an isle say some Ed3*79 (pp. 71-2)
From the hector of France to the cully of Britain
<L[ord] Rochester on the king>

In Milford Lane near to Saint Clements steeple Ed3*80 (p. 72)

[Resolve by single fight to try the day]
<The duel of the crablice [incomplete]>

Dreaming last night of Mrs Farley Ed3*81 (pp. 72-3)
And spare ’em though you have a looseness
<Letter from the Lord Dorsett, to Sir Geo[rge] Etheridge>

As crafty harlots use to shrink Ed3*82 (p. 73)
And what is more with good success
<The answer by Sir Geo[rge] Etheridge [end: Etheridge]>

If I can guess the devil choke me Ed3*83 (pp. 73-4)
‘Tis time to rest your very humble
<Second letter from the Lord Dorset>

So soft yet amorously you write Ed3*84 (p. 74)
All things devoted to your mind
<Answer to the second letter by Sir Geo[rge] Etheridge [end: Etheridge]>

[By all love’s soft and mighty powers] Ed3*85 (p. [75])
[no last line]
<A song [title and first line from TC. Poem was on excised p. 75]>

[I cannot change as others do] Ed3*86 (p. [75])
[no last line]
<A song [title and first line from TC. Poem was on excised p. 75]>

[I swive as well as others do] Ed3*87 (p. [75])
[no last line]
<The mock to it [title from TC. Poem was on excised p. 75]>

[Dorset no gentle nymph can find] Ed3*88 (p. [75])
[no last line]
<Dorset’s lamentation [title from TC. Poem was on excised p. 75]>

[If Rome can pardon sins as Romans hold] Ed3*89 (p. [75])
[no last line]
<On Rome’s pardons [title from TC. Poem was on excised p. 75]>

[lost work] Ed3*90 (p. [75])
<A pastoral dialogue [title from TC. Poem was on excised p. 75] [not enough room for it to be Rochester’s poem]>

[Since you will needs be kind to me] Ed3*91 (p. [76])
[no last line]
<A song [title and first line from TC. Poem was on excised p. 76]>

[lost work] Ed3*92 (p. [76])
<To his mistress [title from TC. Poem was on excised p. 76]>

Too long the wise Commons have been in debate Ed3*93 (p. 77)
Must be damned in the cup with unworthy receivers
<Clanbrazzill and Fox>

The modest poet was unkind Ed3*94 (p. 77)
Your city’s ruined and undone
<On Sir Tho[mas] Davis {Davies TC} L[ord] Mayor of London>

As some old admiral in former war Ed3*95 (pp. 77-8)
And now grown good for nothing else be wise
<The disabled debauch>

O that I could now by some chemic’s art Ed3*96 (p. 78)
Then boldly f[uc]k my passage out again
<Votum>

After thinking this fortnight of Whig and of Tory {Sorry} Ed3*97 (p. 78)
The fools might be Whigs none but knaves should be Tories
<My opinion>

In dead of night when the pale moon Ed3*98 (pp. 78-80)
Next time we meet I’ll tell thee more
<T. Thinn’s ghost>

It was observed the British bards of old Ed3*99 (p. 80)
And know my temper in my villain Pierre
<On Prophet Paunch>

To Tunbridge I went Ed3*100 (p. 80)
Should be happy with fine Mistress Mary {marry}
<A ballad from Tunbridge>

Zoons what ails the parliament Ed3*101 (pp. 80-1)
Poor Thomas Earl of Danby
<On Thomas Earl of Danby [22 stanzas]>

Julian / In verse to ease thy wants I write Ed3*102 (p. 82)
And villain Franck f[uc]k Mazarine no more
<Satyr>

Thou doting fond besotted amorous fool Ed3*103 (p. 82)
‘Tis better be a vassal in Algier
<Satyr ‘gainst love and women>

<`Finis’>

Fifth collection

`A Collection of severall satyr’s[,] Lampoons, songs, & other Poem’s’.

<The Table (p. 83)

Preserved by wonder in the oak O Charles Ed3*104 (pp. 83-4)
But now I think on’t I have said enough
<A satyr>

Disgraced undone forlorn made Fortune’s sport Ed3*105 (p. 84)
Next after you by God I will be king
<A letter from the Duke of Mon[mou]th to the king>

Ungrateful boy I will not call thee son Ed3*106 (p. 84)
God’s blood I’ll send you to the rout below
<The king’s answer etc>

We read in profane and sacred records Ed3*107 (pp. 84-6)
There’s ten times more treason in brandy and ale
<A dialogue between the two horses at Woolchurch and Charingcross [three sections: The Argument/The Dialogue/The Conclusion]>

Reform great queen the errors of your youth Ed3*108 (p. 86)
And dance for joy that you are danced away
<On the queen>

The rabble hates the gentry fear Ed3*109 (p. 86)
And thou the lumpish log
<The rabble>

Here’s a house to be set / For Ch[arles] St[uart] swore Ed3*110 (p. 86)
But paid for’t at last
<The parliament house to be [rest of line lost in margin]>

Spread a large canvas painter to contain Ed3*111 (p. 87)
This crowd of traitors hanged in effigy
<Advice to a painter>

Who’d be the man lewd libels to indite Ed3*112 (pp. 87-9)
Those few unblemished are not meant in this
<Satyr unmuzzled>

Among the writing race of modern wit Ed3*113 (p. 89)
By gentle poet and by small commander
<A satyr>

Close hugged in Portsmouth’s smock thy senses are Ed3*114 (p. 89)
Exalts his whore and calls for Mazarine
<An acrostic on C.S.R. [CHARLES STEWART REX]>

Send forth dear Julian all thy books Ed3*115 (p. 90)
And every night I’ll sit and write / Then hey boys up go we
<To Julian>

Much wine had passed with grave discourse Ed3*116 (pp. 90-2)
That dares profane the c[un]t I swive
<L[ord] Rochester on St James’s Park>

Methinks I see you newly risen Ed3*117 (p. 92)
The reigns of government will break
<To the Duchess of Portsmouth>

Had she but lived in Cleopatra’s days Ed3*118 (p. 92)
That all the world for love had well been lo[st]
<On the Duchess of Portsmouth’s picture>

Who can on this picture look Ed3*119 (pp. 92-3)
Is whore in all things but her face
<Another [on the Duchess of Portsmouth]. By another hand [not listed separately in TC]>

The grave House of Commons by hook and by crook Ed3*120 (p. 93)
But to throw out the bishops that threw out the bill
<On the bishops>

How our good king does papists hate Ed3*121 (pp. 93-4)
Yet bear the Litletons in mind
<A satyr>

The Spaniards gravely teach in their politic schools Ed3*122 (p. 94)
If prince swives loyal strumpets of his own
<A satyr on the D[uches]s of Portsmouth>

From the lawless dominion of mitre and crown Ed3*123 (p. 95)
From the King of France and the French king / Lib[e]ra nos domine
<A litany>

I rise at eleven and I dine about two Ed3*124 (p. 95)
And in bed I lie yawning till eleven again
<Regime {Regine MS; Reigne TC} d[e] vive>

Curse on those critics ignorant and vain Ed3*125 (pp. 95-6)
But some are fools enough to take their own
<Satyr on the court ladies>

Since every foolish coxcomb thinks it fit Ed3*126 (pp. 96-7)
Didapping Wharton bears the bays away
<Answer to the Satyr on the court ladies>

Must I with patience ever silent sit Ed3*127 (p. 97)
Or who’d be safe and senseless as Tom Thin
<Semper ego auditor tantum>

Great sir who full of mercy would command Ed3*128 (p. 98)
Till the stroke’s struck which they can ne’er retrieve
<Grave counsel to the k[ing]>

Too long the wise Commons have been in debate Ed3*129 (p. 98)
Must be damned in the cup with unworthy receivers
<Satyr>

What can be the mystery why Charing Cross Ed3*130 (p. 98)
To behold every day such a court such a son
<On the statue at Charing Cross>

When Adam proper names on beasts conferred Ed3*131 (p. 99)
Whose chiefest evidence is Just A Sotte
<Titus Oates. Anagram. Just A Sotte>

Traitor to God damned source of blasphemy Ed3*132 (p. 99)
Satan’s delight and hell’s repository
<An acrostic on his name [TITUS OATES] [not listed separately in TC]>

Ah Raleigh when thou didst thy breath resign Ed3*133 (pp. 99-100)
No poisonous serpent on thy earth shall live
<Britannia and Raleigh’s ghost>

Of villains rebels cuckolds pimps and spies Ed3*134 (pp. 100-1)
Nor Nell so much inverted nature spewed
<A satyr>

Tired with the noisome follies of the age Ed3*135 (pp. 102-3)
Unruling Ch[arles] ruled by unthinking thee
<Lord Rochester’s farewell>

I who from drinking ne’er could spare an hour Ed3*136 (pp. 103-5)
Libel attend all those who wrong their fames
<Quem natura negat facit indignatio versum qualem cunque potest [the scribe has entered line numbers in the left margin in multiples of 10]>

Most of our civil broils may date their spring Ed3*137 (pp. 105-6)
Purge but your household and their {yr} crowns their {yr} own
<The household>

Come all you youths that yet are free Ed3*138 (pp. 106-7)
Like Arundel and Gray
<A ballad to the tune of Chevy Chase etc>

The king duke and state Ed3*139 (pp. 107-8)
Deserve ten times more to be posted
<A ballad>

Sixth collection

`A Collection of Songs & other Poems.’

<Table (p. 108)>

Here’s that will challenge all the fair Ed3*140 (p. 108)
Come here’s your dainty pig and pork
<Song on Bartholomew’s Fair>

While Alexis lay pressed Ed3*141 (p. 108)
The nymph died more quick and the shepherd more slow
<The lovers’ trance>

Wherever I am and whatever I do Ed3*142 (p. 108)
Than ever be freed from her power
<Song>

Young Phaeon strove the bliss to taste Ed3*143 (pp. 108-9)
And plunder and away
<Young Phaeon a song>

Old Simon strove his maid to f[uc]k Ed3*144 (p. 109)
And groan and then asleep
<Mock song to Young Phaeon>

Heartly wounds I’ll not to plowing not I sir Ed3*145 (p. 109)
For thither I’ll go and live because I have so sir
<Roger’s resolution. To hit himself in at my lady’s birthday>

The lark’s awake that gild the morn Ed3*146 (p. 109)
For immortality
<Song [end: Finis]>

You told me you loved me Ed3*147 (p. 110)
Where the true lovers lie that for honour can bleed
<Song. By Mr Lee>

Abroad as I was walking Ed3*148 (p. 110)
Ah see the golin my joy see the golin
<A Scot’s song [stanza number `6′ entered, but no further text] [last line is refrain] [`golin’/`golen’ not in OED]>

I defy the blind boy and his mother Ed3*149 (p. 110)
But no longer than just while I fuck
<Song>

Quoth the Duchess of Cleveland to Counsellor Knight Ed3*150 (p. 110)
Than thus to submit to Church-hill and Jarmin
<Song by the Duchess of Cleveland and Mrs Knight>

As Phillis with her black cunt sat Ed3*151 (p. 111)
Cunt ne’er can be undone
<Song>

Farewell fair Arminda my joy and my grief Ed3*152 (p. 111)
You’ll say with a sigh my cunt gave it thee
<Mock song to Farewell Arminda>

There is not in nature so merry a life Ed3*153 (p. 111)
We drink all their healths and recruit for the morrow
<The baller>

Let the hector and whore that’s afraid of the dying Ed3*154 (p. 111)
While we lose all the fear of our death with our drinking
<The true topers {Topies TC} song>

How sweet are the joys and how pleasant the charms Ed3*155 (p. 111)
When the shepherd and nymph in an ecstasy die
<A song>

Ah Jenny since your eyes do kill Ed3*156 (p. 111)
Then vanish into air
<To Jenny. A Scot’s song>

A pox of all plots it’s the national evil Ed3*157 (p. 112)
The loyal Lord Mayor and his brethren the Tories
<Song>

Here lies on her back as still fucking she lay Ed3*158 (p. 112)
She’ll have at the least if she don’t rise again
<An epitaph on the lady E. J.>

Hence hence thou vain fantastic fear Ed3*159 (p. 112)
And wonder what it is we do
<Song>

There’s none but the traitor rejoins at the gallows Ed3*160 (p. 112)
As freely as Strephon to Celia’s arms
<The Padders song>

O the plot’s discoverers Oates Bedloe Dugdale Pranee Ed3*161
Till Oates and he are hanged
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