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Pleasant and Divertive. 9
But Milk's the Ingredient, tho' Sack's ne'er the worse,
: For 'tis Sack makes the Man, tho' Milk makes the
Nurse.
But now I shall treat of a Dish that is cool,
A rich clouted Cream, or a Gooseberry-Fool ;
A Lady I heard tell,
Not far off did dwell,
Made her Husband a Fool, and yet pleas'd him full
well :
Give thanks to the Dairy then every Lad,
That from good natur'd Women such Fools may be
had.
When the Damsel has got the Cows Teat in her Hand ;
How she merrily sings, while smiling I stand ;
Then with a pleasure I rub,
Yet impatient I scrub,
When I think of the Blessing of a Syllibub ;
Oh Dairy-Maids, Milk-maids, such bliss ne'er oppose ;
If e'er you'll be happy, I speak under the Rose.
This Rose was a Maiden once of your profession,
Till the Rake and the Spade had taken possession ;
At length it was said,
That one Mr. Ed mond,
Did both dig and sow in her Parsly-Bed :
But the Fool for his labour deserves not a Rush,
For grafting a Thistle upon a Rose Bush.
Now Milk-maids take warning by this Maidens fall,
Keep what is your own, and then you keep all :
Mind well your Milk-pan,
And ne'er touch a Man,
And you'll still be a Maid, let him do what he can
I am your well-wisher, then listen to my Word,
And give no more Milk than the Cow can afford.