Oxford, Bodleian Library, MS Firth c 16 (Of16)

[Acquired 11.7.29. Bookplate of William Busby. Title-page: `Astrea’s Booke For Songs & Satyr’s 168?’. To the left of the title is written `Somerton’ [the scribe of that name?] and slightly below `Bhen[‘s?] & Bacon’. Below are various imitative scribbles in a childish hand and notes of addresses in Paris (the Duke of Norfolk), Winchester (Mrs Moone), and Eltham (Mrs Smith).

The hands change frequently, sometimes in the middle of a page. Mary Ann O’Donnell has identified the most frequent of the hands as that of Aphra Behn (`A verse miscellany of Aphra Behn: Bodleian Library MS Firth c. 16′, English Manuscript Studies 2 (1990), 189–227). Her article includes more detailed information on hands than is given here.]

We’ll first begin with Warwick’s praise Of16*1 (pp. 1-3)
In prose or else in rhyme
<[no title] [the contents of page 3 were accidentally re-entered on p. 4 and then crossed out]>

You scribblers that write of widows and maids Of16*2 (pp. 5-7)
If everyone’s wife should turn honest again
<Lady Freschvile’s Song of the Wives>

Alas for poor St James’s Park Of16*3 (p. 7)
‘Tis thought he had lost his life
<Song [2 stanzas followed by a 2-stanza `Answer’]>

Dorset no gentle nymph can find Of16*4 (p. 8)
For she’ll have Moll no more
<Dorset’s lamentation for Moll Howard’s absence [3 stanzas followed by a 1-stanza `Answer’]>

To Tunbridge I went Of16*5 (pp. 8-9)
When she had such inclination to marry
<A ballad from Tunbridge>

Julian how comes it of late we see Of16*6 (pp. 10-11)
The whores rogues bawds and rakehells of Whitehall
<A letter to Julian>

As when proud Lucifer aimed at the throne Of16*7 (pp. 11-13)
For though his pride’s as great his cunning’s less
<The parallel on the bani[shin]g the Lord Mulgrave>

If Sulla’s ghost made bloody Catiline start Of16*8 (pp. 13-15)
Send Doctor Burnet to me or I die
<Mrs Nelly’s complaint>

Julian with care peruse {pursue} the lines I send Of16*9 (pp. 16-17)
If managed well may help thee yet in thine
<To the secretar[y] of the muses. A New Year’s gift>

In vain the fulsome errors of the age Of16*10 (pp. 17-24)
Thou yet hast stock enough thy self to trade
<Satyr B:>

The senseless world perhaps may not esteem Of16*11 (pp. 24-8)
I value not your malice nor your curse
<A satyr on the players>

After thinking a fortnight of Whig and of Tory Of16*12 (p. 29)
The fool might be Whig and the knave might be Tory
<The opinion [end: Dk. B— ]>

In a famous street near Whetstone’s Park Of16*13 (pp. 30-1)
Or ’tis forty to one they’ll there catch a fall
<A ballad>

Presto popular Pilkington Of16*14 (pp. 31-2)
Liberty always sweet
<Satyr or song>

The grave House of Commons by hook or by crook Of16*15 (pp. 33-5)
A proper reward for throwing out the bill
<A satirical song>

This making my bastards so great Of16*16 (pp. 35-8)
May end their tricks in a string
<A song to Old Simon the king [Crum lists the last two stanzas with heading `Enter Old R: att Portsmouths Lodgings’ as as separate work]>

‘Twas a foolish fancy Jemmy Of16*17 (pp. 38-40)
With a list of all your creatures
<A letter from Sir Roger Martin to the Duke of Monmouth>

Leave of[f] your ogling Francis Of16*18 (pp. 40-1)
And servant Roger Martin
<Advice. Or an epistle to Mr Francis Villiers>

You Whigs and you Tories you trimmers and all Of16*19 (pp. 42-4)
Than thus to have lived to set father against son
<Evidence Moll>

Nature does strangely female gifts dispense Of16*20 (pp. 44-5)
Since ever Skipworth brags he has success
<A satyr>

Down down discoverers who so long have plotted Of16*21 (pp. 45-6)
Will drink on and do more service for the nation
<A song>

I saw a pack of prick-eared knaves Of16*22 (pp. 46-9)
And alas poor member of parliament
<A ballad on choosing of burgess of parliament>

Once more the needy poet sells his pen Of16*23 (pp. 50-1)
Is only this may Tyburn wear thy bays
<Upon the author of the poem The Medal>

Mine and the poet’s plague consume you all Of16*24 (pp. 52-3)
And safer far by pimping get my bread
<Julian’s farewell to the muses>

Dear friend when those we love are in distress Of16*25 (pp. 53-5)
And ’tis the thoughtful traitor that offends the king
<A consolatory epistle to Mr Julian in his confinement>

Let equipage and dress despair Of16*26 (pp. 55-6)
Be only on Alpue
<Song on Bassett>

Since by just flames the guilty piece is lost Of16*27 (pp. 57-60)
And make us while we pity him forget our loyalty
<Advice to a painter upon the defeat of the rebels in the west and the execution of the late Duke of Monmouth. — Pictoribus atque poetis / Quid libet — >

Since the united cunning of the stage Of16*28 (pp. 61-6)
And praise what Durfey not translating writ
<Odi — Imitatores Servum Pecus etc>

Mourn all ye nymphs with me lament your state Of16*29 (pp. 67-8)
And brought new honour to great Talbott’s name
<Satyr>

Thou mercenary renegade thou slave Of16*30 (pp. 68-9)
The honest layman’s faith is still the same
<A satyr to Mr Bayes [also #44 below]>

Here take this Warcup spread it up and down Of16*31 (pp. 69-72)
With horns instead of bays the hero crowned
<To Captain Warcup>

The prodigal returned from’s husks and swine Of16*32 (pp. 73-4)
Than once a traitor e’er will be reclaimed
<The prodigal>

How Sir Godfrey is killed how his corpse they do hide Of16*33 (pp. 75-82)
So prosper all traitors and God save the king / The truth etc
<A new ballad of the Popish Plot [many marginal notes] [includes `The Second Part’ (Of arms under ground for horse and for foot)]>

They talk of a plot on this side and that Of16*34 (pp. 82-4)
But first let ’em print this narration
<A new ballad of the times>

This trick of trimming is a fine trick Of16*35 (pp. 85-6)
And Algernon Sidney lets a fart
<The cushion dance to the tune of Joan Sand[erson]. Enter Jeffory Aylworth followed by the Duke of Monmouth [play scene. The last line here is a stage direction]>

From hunting whores and hunting play Of16*36 (p. 86)
[no last line]
<Sir George Etherege to the Earl of Middleton greeting [first seven and a half lines only, struck through. Leaves containing rest removed, no break in foliation] [re-entered #75 below]>

Of all the sots with which the nation’s cursed Of16*37 (pp. 87-91)
‘Tis better live a fop than die a fool
<The present state of matrimony [end: by J. How]>

Close wrapped in Portsmouth’s smock thy senses are Of16*38 (p. 91)
Secure thy nation and thy self from harms
<[no title]>

Dull sonnet writing now runs dry Of16*39 (pp. 91-2)
Must centries thus your chamber clear
<[no title] [first letters of each line form DIMPLE BELINGHAM]>

Kin[d]ness in drink is often shown Of16*39.1 (p. 92)
Sot and a husband ne’re {near} can pay
<Her answer [first letters of each line form KATHERINE VILLERS] [not in Crum]>

Big with the thoughts of pleasure down I came Of16*40 (pp. 93-5)
Whose humours are as crooked as Miss Scott
<A lampoon on Tunbridge 1694>

From Father Hopkins whose vines did inspire him Of16*41 (pp. 96-7)
Either ten to one the prices will fall
<[no title]>

Dear friend I fain would try once more Of16*42 (pp. 97-101)
Brains are not needful to be base
<To Julian>

From Father Hopkins whose vines did inspire him Of16*43 (pp. 101-2)
<Bayes his blind side or Satirical remarks upon a late rare show vulgarly called an opera and set to the only tolerable good tune in the whole work [Incomplete, 7 lines only, crossed through. Looks as if the scribe began to copy and then realised this had already been included. Another case of two copies in the archive? Begins anti-Dryden linked group]>

Thou mercenary renegade thou slave Of16*44 (pp. 102-3)
The honest layman’s faith is still the same
<To Mr Bays [also #30 above]>

Scorning religion all thy lifetime past Of16*45 (p. 103)
What should the poet do but shift the scene
<Another on Mr Bays>

As Mother Cook went t’other day Of16*46 (p. 104)
And squitter squatter gilt his bays
<Old Gammer Cook. A ballad>

O glory glory who are these appear Of16*47 (pp. 104-11)
Publish the secrets of our hierarchy
<Enter old Oliver’s porter, in bedlam, with Oliver’s poet and Oliver’s fiddler [a dramatic scena. Marginal identifications. End of hand B]>

Upon the downs when shall I breathe at ease Of16*48 (p. 111)
The nonsense and the farce of what the fools call great
<A paraphrase. O rus, quando te aspiciam! quandoque licebit / Nunc veterum scriptis, nunc somno, et inertibus horis / Ducere sollicitae jucunda oblivia vitae [end: Mor: Aston] [Hand C or A again?]>

Though satyr do admonish every year Of16*49 (pp. 111-15)
Lay thy pen by until another year
<Tunbridge lampoon 1686 [Hand B? – careless and becomes more so]>

Fools must be meddling in matters of state Of16*50 (pp. 115-19)
Th’apartment for sin in the verge of Whitehall
<Satyr>

The widows and maids Of16*51 (pp. 119-22)
To delight both my lord and my lady
<A lampoon [Return to professional hand]>

Since scandal flies thick Of16*52 (pp. 122-6)
And clear ’em as I have done these
<The vindication>

Since you have forgot Of16*53 (pp. 126-9)
The town has been cloyed with already
<The vindication. The second part>

Fly hence ye gentle muses all Of16*54 (pp. 129-30)
With damned dullness
<On the ball at court [poem comprises an introductory 8 lines, and a second part in a different metre]>

Religion’s a politic law Of16*55 (pp. 130-4)
And then let us fight for the best
<The atheist [The alternation of hands here is rather bewildering – or is it one hand using different nibs and more and less formal styles of inscription? – and adding material as it comes to hand! Was this an archival record copy? – or a product for sale that turned into one. Page 131 shows the less formal hand taking over from the more formal one in the middle of a poem]>

The praises I sing of our treasurer Lory Of16*56 (p. 134)
A cuckold has made you some time of her life
<On the Earl of Rochester>

Captus amore procus caecaque Cupidine ductus Of16*57 (p. 135)
Non cupit hic sponsam nec timet illa virum
<[no title]>

Enflamed with love and led by blind desires Of16*57.1 (p. 135)
He’ll love no longer and she’ll fear no more
<Englished by the E[arl] of Dorsett>

Here lives a peer raised by indulgent fate Of16*58 (p. 135)
True to his god and faithful to his trust
<An answer to those verses on the Earl of Rochester. Elegy>

From Rome’s infallibility take one grain Of16*59 (p. 136)
And ’tis the true Catholic cordial posset
<To make a candle for a sick Jesuit [new looping hand]>

Of Oates new thrashed at Tyburn take two pound Of16*60 (p. 136)
For the receipt is learned Dr Conquest’s
<A Catholic pudding>

What should I ask my friend which best would be Of16*61 (pp. 137-8)
He left scorned Ammon to the vulgar rout
<Cato’s answer to Labienus when he advised him to consult the oracle of Jupiter Ammon. Being a translation of part of the ninth book of Lucan. Beginning at Quid quæri Sabiene jubes etc>

From famed Barbados on the western main Of16*62 (pp. 138-9)
And fall on fiercely like a starved dragoon
<For making a sack posset [looping hand ends]>

I that was once an humble log Of16*63 (pp. 139-142)
Got in my box and went to rest
<A true and full account of a late conference, between the wonderful speaking head and Father G[odde]n. as it was related by the head’s own mouth to Doctor Frazer>

O Cambridge famous for unlucky hits Of16*64 (pp. 143-4)
A recantation makes all whole again
<Hermaphroditus or Good Friday falling on a Wednesday, as it is in the Cambridge almanac printed for the year 1687>

In old times an old prophecy found in a bog Of16*65 (p. 145)
For Talbott’s a dog and Tyrconnel’s an ass
<A prophecy>

We Father G[odwi]n Gregory and all Of16*66 (pp. 145-7)
Or if you do we can absolve you for’t
<Advice to the test holders>

Not all the threats or favours of a crown Of16*67 (pp. 147-52)
Who love fierce drivers and a looser rein
<The man of honour. Occasioned by the postscript of pens letter {by] ~ reading of uncorr}>

Last night when I to sleep myself had laid Of16*68 (pp. 152-5)
They all concluded with an Ave Mary
<The vision of toleration>

As the late character of godlike men Of16*69 (pp. 155-8)
Here lies the only prince who left all evil ways
<The man of no honour>

How liberty of conscience that’s a change Of16*70 (pp. 159-61)
Jure divino whip and spur again
<Dr Wild’s ghost. Upon his majesty’s gracious declaration for liberty of conscience. April 4th 1687 [omitted lines have been added in the margin in another hand]>

Give o’er ye poor players depend not on wit Of16*71 (pp. 161-4)
Shall turn all my Bordeaux to Champagne and Nantes
<Julian’s farewell to the family of the coquettes>

What shall the honest silently permit Of16*72 (pp. 165-70)
Your forfeit politic pates are fixed nor’ east
<The men of honour made men worthy. Si natura negat facit indignatio versus. Juv. [first 14 lines crossed through, also last 7 lines p. 169]>

If liberty of conscience e’er was good Of16*73 (p. 170)
So kindness gains where arguments do fail
<Written on Grays Inn bog house>

Since love and verse as well as wine Of16*74 (pp. 170-2)
When kissed and pressed in foreign arms
<Sir George Etherege’s letter to the Lord Middleton>

From hunting whores and haunting play Of16*75 (pp. 172-3)
To all the ports she has designed
<Sir George Etheredge to the Earl of Middleton greeting [see #36 above]>

To you who live in chill degree Of16*76 (pp. 173-5)
E’er writ without a ten year’s warning
<Mr Dryden’s answer>

To you who hang like Mecca’s tomb Of16*77 (pp. 175-7)
You hear the Belgic lion roar
<Mr Dryden’s answer inverted>

Wretch whosoe’er thou art that longs for praise Of16*78 (pp. 177-80)
And warns his comrades to repent then dies
<Satyr on the poets [small hand ends]>

‘Tis to every one known Of16*79 (pp. 181-5)
You’ll have more when the rest come to town
<On St James’ Church gallery>

To that prodigious height of vice we are grown Of16*80 (pp. 186-9)
And cash the knaves and fools that I despise
<A prologue to satyr>

Tell me thou treasury of spite Of16*81 (pp. 189-95)
Shall soon grow current coin with Long
<A new letter to Julian>

Old Westminster the seat of kings whose law Of16*82 (pp. 195-6)
But I must cease ’cause none can reach thy praise
<The nuncio’s entry>

Appear thou mighty bard to open view Of16*83 (pp. 197-201)
Though thou’rt the only proof how interest can prevail
<The laureat or Jack Squab’s history in little drawn / Down to his evening from his early dawn>

Cursed be those dull unpointed dogg’rel rhymes Of16*84 (pp. 201-14)
As when old Hide was catched with rem in re
<A faithful catalogue of our most eminent ninnies. Vicini oderunt noti pueri atque puellæ [marg (last line): Ld Mountague found her in fact with my Lord Rochester]>

As I was going last night to Whitehall Of16*85 (pp. 215-16)
Or else you should have had ’em this end of September
<News from Whitehall>

‘Twas still low ebb of night when not a star Of16*86 (pp. 217-26)
To the dark confines of his peaceful urn
<Caesar’s ghost [end (crossed out): A. Behn]>

Dear sweet Richards William Of16*87 (p. 227)
Who will come to your chamber as long as she has shoes
<Mrs Mathews to W[illia]m Richards>

Right heir to Flutter Fop of the last edition Of16*88 (pp. 228-30)
A merry blockhead treacherous and vain
<A familiar epistle. Directed to his worthy friend Sir Frivolous Insipid alias Sir H[arry] Hub[ert]. By Mr Wolsely>

Keep to the church while yet you may Of16*89 (pp. 230-1)
You may for ever vary
<A song to the tune of Gather your rose buds etc>

Squab puppy who canst bark but never bite Of16*90 (p. 231)
To all a jest the natural white bulkeer
<3d to Mr Wolsely. A short answer to a laborious trifle alias Bobb’s well-timed epistle. By Sir Harry Hubert [Answer to `Right heir . . .’, #88 above]>

Welcome my honest long-expected friend Of16*91 (pp. 232-4)
For none so despicable as thy own
<To Mr Wolle[s]ly the 2d. A familiar answer to a late familiar epistle humbly addressed to the best of poets alias the worst. by Mr Wharton. Scalpellum calami atramentum charta, libelli / Sunt semper studiis arma parata tuis>

Daily disgracer of our English satyr Of16*92 (pp. 234-8)
The body’s half abortive like the wit
<Mr Wosely to Mr Wharton the 4th. A second familiar epistle by way of Make no more haste than good speed or fair and softly goes far in a day. In answer to his much respected friend the Sieur Whiffle. Garrulus atque Piger . . . Loquentis [5 lines]. Hor: Sat: 4 Lib: 1st]>

Finish me one task more for critic muse Of16*93 (pp. 238-40)
Thou only to be his he to be thine is fit
<A postscript. In answer to the Seiur Wiffle’s most judicious and learned criticisms on a late satyr called A familiar epistle etc.>

To thy first stanza poetry laid by Of16*94 (pp. 240-1)
In Grubstreet or Snowhill thy matches find
<For Sir Frivolous Insipid. To his late short answer, as short a return>

That so much rhyme you in one month have writ Of16*95 (pp. 241-3)
And brings up two full footmen of his own
<A final answer to all that the laborious trifle has {have uncorr} or may {shall uncorr} write>

Of Clinias’ and Damœtas’ sharper fight Of16*96 (pp. 243-5)
For giant Bob like Will’s a dwarf in sense
<The quarrel [end: Qui Bavium non odit amet tua carmina Maevi]>

From the brat of a king by a queen of the stage Of16*97 (pp. 245-7)
That dwarf as to sense and that giant for stature /For ever…
<A litany for the Lady Mary Ratcliff the countess dowager of Marshall>

Williams thy tame submission suits thee more Of16*98 (p. 247)
Is’t so then drawer light me down to shite
<On Sir Wi[lliam] Williams solicitor general>

The year of wonders now is come Of16*99 (pp. 248-9)
Till Louis does complete the jest
<To the Prince of Orange. A packet of advice [?`prospect’ uncorr]>

Hâc alieni / Raptor honoris Of16*100 (p. 249)
Samuel Oxon
<Epitaphium>

Here strangers lies proud Sam of Oxon Of16*100.1 (pp. 249-50)
With everlasting infamy
<Paraphrased thus>

On Saturday night we sat late at the Rose Of16*101 (pp. 250-2)
Perhaps there had hung our new envoy
<A view of the religion of the town or A Sunday morning ramble>

I come my future fate to seek Of16*102 (p. 253)
Live unbeloved and unlamented die
<A dialogue. Between k[ing] and head>

Love’s a dream of mighty treasure Of16*103 (pp. 253-4)
Changing happy to be wise
<Song>

From Jesuitical polls who proudly expose Of16*104 (pp. 254-6)
Who their politics learned from whipping boys arses / For ever…
<A new litany. To the tune of Cook Laurel invited the devil his guest>

When the k[ing] leaves off Sedley and keeps to the qu[een] Of16*105 (pp. 256-8)
That out of this nation it might not run
<The prophecy. A strange ballad to a new tune. The devil turned prophet>

Here lies the shame of the mitre Of16*106 (p. 259)
Could not and died
<On the Bishop of Oxford>

You Catholic statesmen and churchmen rejoice Of16*107 (pp. 259-61)
For if this trick fail then beware of your jacket
<The miracle. How the Duchess of Modena being in heaven prayed the Virgin Mary that the queen might have a son. And how Our Lady sent the angel Gabriel with her smock upon which the queen conceived. To the tune of Thou hadst better been starved at nurse>

Come all tricking papists lady abbess and nun Of16*108 (pp. 261-2)
The church that gets heirs but I doubt she’s a whore
<Loretta, and Winifred or The new way of getting children by prayers and presents. To the tune of Packington’s Pound>

As down the torrent of an angry flood Of16*109 (pp. 262-3)
For know that you are clay and they are brass
<The fable of the pot and kettle as ’twas told by Collonel T[itus] the night before he kissed the king’s hand>

For this additional declaration Of16*110 (pp. 263-4)
By the next synod of the nation
<The dissenters’ thanks giving for the late declaration [a draft which has been crossed out, presumably because a clean (though not identical) version was then entered below]>

For this additional declaration Of16*111 (p. 264)
By the next synod of the nation
<The dissenters’ thanksgiving for the late declaration>

Let Oliver ne’er be forgotten Of16*112 (pp. 265-6)
Of honest good liquor reel home
<Oliver Redivivus>

Sheweth / That we your majesty’s poor slaves Of16*113 (pp. 266-9)
The overplus of the saints merit
<To the king. The humble address of your majesty’s poet laureat and others your Catholic and Protestant dissenting rhymers with the rest of the fraternity of minor poets, inferior versifiers and sonneteers of the corporation of Parnassus>

A sessions of ladies was held on the stage Of16*114 (pp. 269-75)
Since the goddess had made so equal a choice
<The sessions of ladies>

When lately King James whom our sovereign we call Of16*115 (pp. 276-8)
‘Twill be well if their godliness turn to their gain
<The clerical cabal>

The court was scarce up when the sluices broke in Of16*116 (pp. 278-82)
To see the bright goddess confirmed in her choice
<A supplement to The sessions of ladies>

Dignified things may I your leave implore Of16*117 (pp. 282-3)
You’re downright rogues they only knaves and fools
<The salutation to the judges>

Let cynics bark and the stern Stagirite Of16*118 (pp. 283-6)
Props of the church and pillars of the throne
<The paradox>

From an old inquisition and new declaration Of16*119 (pp. 286-7)
And finding it all Ignoramus at last / For ever…
<A short litany to the tune of Cooke Lawrell>

Where is there faith or justice to be found Of16*120 (p. 288)
To cut the hand off that anoints you king
<The confinement [The small Etherege-group hand again: but just for one page]>

The government being resolved Of16*121 (pp. 289-90)
[no last line]
<A sale of old stale household stuff. To the tune of Old Symon the King [breaks off in the middle of stanza 5, with the rest of p. 90 and top half of p. 91 left blank]>

The talk up and down Of16*122 (pp. 291-3)
And faith I think not sooner
<The statesman’s almanac. Being an excellent new ballad, in which the qualities of each month are considered whereby it appears that a parliament cannot meet many of the old months. With a proposal for mending the calendar humbly offered to the packers of the next parliament. To the tune of, Cold and raw the north did blow [First 6 stanzas are a prologue]>

Though all mankind have long despised lampoon Of16*123 (pp. 294-5)
And knows no lust but buggering his bags
<Satyr>

Old stories of a Tyler sing Of16*124 (pp. 295-6)
To damn and swear with a bon grace
<Tom Tyler or the nurses>

I did intend in rhyme heroic Of16*125 (pp. 297-9)
All quickly will return to forty-eight
<The converts [Etherege hand again]>

As I went by St James’s I heard a bird sing Of16*126 (pp. 300-1)
There was no other way for the mending the breed
<An excellent new song, called The Prince of Darkness. Shewing how three kingdoms may be set on fire by a warming pan>

The critics that pretend to sense Of16*127 (pp. 301-3)
And posted to the qu[een] away
<The audience>

When Jacob stole the flower of every flock Of16*128 (p. 303)
But left his gods ’tis plain that he has none
<Epigram [This or the previous is the last of the original entries. Remainder casually entered on blank leaves] [p. 304 blank]>

The moon was in eclipse with a hoi Of16*129 (p. 305)
And the grief of the women I trow
<[no title] [p. 306 blank]>

Great George escaped the narrow seas and storms Of16*130 (p. 307)
Returns with pleasure to his guts again
<On George 2d coming to Eng[lan]d after having been in a storm 1736-7>

Two royal youths we boast from George’s loins Of16*131 (p. 307)
The chatt’ring monkey or the lump of lead
<Par nobile fratium 1738. By Lord Orrery>

To Norfolk House lords knights and beaux repair Of16*132 (p. 307)
Bad is its head but ten times worse its heart
<Norfolk House. By Lord Harvey. 1738>

Where Medway’s gentle streams do glide Of16*133 (p. 308)
And swam into the sea
<Upon Dr Herring (Dean of Rochester) being made Bishop of Bangor>

I can’t conceive why in decline of life Of16*134 (p. 308)
The only one he had not done’t before
<Upon Sir Rob[ert] Walpole’s marriage with Miss Skirret 1738>

Here lives a man whose age is fifty-four Of16*135 (p. 308)
Then killed his wife and now he keeps a whore
<A true history. 1738>

<blank leaves to p. 326>

<p. 327 contains more addresses, plus a note `for Painting’>

<no index>