του Ladies draw near, I can tell you good News,
If you please to give Ear, or else you may Choose ;
Of a British Accountant that's Frolick and free,
Who does wondrous Feats by the Rule of Three.
Addition, Division, and other such Rules,
I'll leave to be us'd by your Scribling Fools;
This Art is Improv'd unto such a Degree,
That he manages all by the Rule of Three.
You Dames that are Wed who can make it appear,
e an Estate for want of an Heir:
lose an
This Accountant will come without e'er a Fee,
And warrants a Boy by his Rule of Three.
Is the Widdow distress'd for the loss of her Spouse,
Tho' to have him again she cares not a Louse;
Her Wants he supplys whatsoever they be,
And all by his Art in the Rule of Three.
Do you Dream in the Night and fret at your Fate,
For want of the Man when you happen to wake;
You may presently send and satisfy'd be,
That he Pacifies all by the Rule of Three.
You Ladies who are with a Husband unblest,
And are minded to make him a delicate Beast;
He'll fix the Brow-antlers just where they should be,
And all by his Art in the Rule of Three.
You Lasses at large of the true Female Race,
Who are glad of the Men who will lye on their Face ;
Do but try the bold Britton, you all will agree,
That you never did know such a Rule of Three.
A SONG. Set by Mr. FRANK.
HE Night is come that will allow,
No longer any Coyness now,
every freedom must to Love be given;
What tho' the Shadows of the Night,
Withdraw her Beauty from his sight,
The Youth another way, another way,
Another way will find his Heav'n.
See, see the charming Nymph is lay'd,
Never again to rise a Maid,
The vigorous Bridegroom now impatient grown;
Thrown himself by her side,
With eager Joy, and amourous Pride,
Ready to seize the Prey that's now his own.
And now that all have left the Place,
Transporting Joys crowd on apace,
The Nymph contends like one that would not win;
Entrain'd with Pleasure now she lies,
The Youth has gain'd the noble Prize,
And now her Fears are past, and Joys begin.
The Words by Mr. Escourt.
OU tell me Dick you've lately read
U te weerbee you've Spain;
But prithee Boy hold up thy Head,
We'll beat 'em twice for it again
With a Fal la la la la la la la.
Is this the Courage you us'd to boast,
Why thou art quite cast down;
You can reflect on what we've lost,
But ne'er think what we've won,
With a Fal, &c.
What tho' Jack Spaniard crack and bounce,
He ne'er shall do so again;
We took last Year as many Towns,
As they have now took Men,
With a Fal, &c.
In War and Gaming it is the same,
According to the old Saying;
Who's sure to conquer ev'ry Game,
Quite loses the Pleasure of playing:
With a Fal, &c.
I think we have a Man of our own,
A Man if I may call him so;
For after those great Deeds he has done,
I may question if he's so or no,
With a Fal, &c.
But now if you wou'd know his Name,
"Tis Johnny Marlborough;
The beaten French has felt his Fame,
And so shall the Spaniards too,
With a Fal, &c.
And since we cannot Justice do,
To ev'ry Victory;
In a full Glass our Zeal let's show,
To our General's Family,
With a Fal, &c.
For he has Eight fair Daughters,
And each of them is a Charmer;
There's Lady Railton, Bridgwater,
Fine Sunderland, Lady Mount-Hermer,
With a Fal, &c.
The other Four so Charming are,
They will with Raptures fill ye;
There's Lady Hochstet, Schellenburgh,
Bright Blenheim, and Lady Ramillie,
With a Fal, &c.
The last were got so fair and strong,
As in Story ne'er was told ;
The first Four always will be Young,
And the last will never be Old,
At ev'ry Feast, e'er we are all deceas'd,
And the Service begins to be hard;
'Tis surely your Duty, to Toast a young Beauty, Call'd Madamosel Audenard,
All Joy to his Grace, for the ninth of his Race,
She's as fair as most of the former;
But where is that he, dare so impudent be,
To compare her to Lady Mount-Hermer,
With a Fal, &c.
And now to make thy Hopes more strong,
And make you look like a Man;
Remember that all these belong,
To the Queen of Great Britain,
With a Fal, &c.
Then prithee Dick hold up thy Head,
Altho' we were beaten in Spain;
As sure as Scarlet Colour is Red,
We'll beat them twice for it again :
With a Fal, &c.
ET those Youths who Freedom prize, Far from the conquering Sylvia run, Never see her killing Eyes,
Or hear her soft enchanting Tongue: For such sure Destruction waits,
On those Darts with which she wounds;
No shepherd ever can escape,
But falls if Sylvia does but Frown.
Damon to his cost has prov'd,
All resistance is but vain;
Heaven has form'd her to be lov'd,
And made her Queen of all the Plain :
Damon when he saw her Face,
From her Beauty would have fled;
But the Charmer turn'd her Voice,
And with a Song she struck him dead.
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