Glen Collection of printed music > Printed music > Wit and mirth, or, Pills to purge melancholy > Volume 1

J
356 Poems on several Occasions.
An EPILOGUE.
AMONGST all Characters nearest Divine,
You that are Witty-men, should cry up mine ;
And of all Bargains that are daily driven,
Ours is the most ingaging under Heaven :
Whose Souls in a Seraphick station move,
As all must do who Marry, Love for Love.
Sir Sa?npson here, a strange Old sordid Sot,
Meaning by Candle Inch to buy my Lot,
Would settle on me, Oh ! the Lord knows what
He for a Purchase the old way takes Care,
And like a Higler in a Country Fair
Bawls out aloud, take Money for your Mare
Or Brother like Stockjobbing cheat would make,
My Friend so much you give, so much you take >
But Valentine, whose Person, Wit and Art,
Pleads fairer Title to a tender Heart ;
With an endearing Claim, fine Words address,
A Graceful Person, and a taking Face t
A solid Judgment that can stand the test,
Trick humour gay 1 fancy'd all the rest ;
Compell'd my Love — The Passion strong did grow,
Whither all this, a Woman's Heart should bow,
Your Pardon Ladies, I am sure you know :
Besides by Subtilty I Tryal made,
Found out his Haunts, and Snares each way I laid ;
Mark'd, tho' the frolick Widows City Dames,
Inmates of Leicester -field, Pall-Mall, St. James :
The Tall, the Short the Freckl'd — Fair and Brown,
The straight-lac'd Maiden, and the Miss o'th' Town, ;
We're sure to work on in Adversity,
Yet still what Stock he had was kept for me :
And for such Love, if we should Love alow,
Your Pardon Ladies, I am sure you know ;
I took Compassion on the Bankrupt Debtor,
He had no Money, But had something better ;
Faith like a generous Girl, I paid his worth,
^For I had Honour in me from my Birth \