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in due Time: And, I think, I have not forced the Words by my Explication into any other Sense than what they will naturally bear. If this be granted, I am sure it must be also allow'd, that the Author, whoever he were, was a Person of Extraordinary Sagacity: And that Astrology brought to such a Perfection as this, is by no means an Art to be despis’d; whatever Mr. Bickerstaff, or other - Merry Gentlemen are pleased to think. As to the Tradition of these Lines, having been writ in the Original by Merlin ; I confess, I lay not much Weight upon it: But it is enough to justify their Au. thority, that the Book from whence I have tran-. fcrib'd 'them, was printed 170 _Years ago, as. appears by the Title Page. For the Satisfacti. on of any Gentleman, who may be either Doubtful of the Truth, or Curious to be inform'd; I Shall give order to have the very Book fent to the Printer of this paper, with Directions to let any Body see it thai pleafes, because, I believe it is pretty scarce.

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Lady's Ivory Table-Book

Anno, 1698.

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ERUȘE my Leaves thro' ev'ry Part,

And think thou seeft my Owner's Heart,
Scrawlid o'er with Trifles thus, and quite

As hard, as senfless, and as light;
Expos'd to every Coxcomb's Eyes,
But hid with Caution from the Wise.
Here you may read (Dear Charming Saint )
Beneath ( A new Receipt for Paint)
Here in Beau-spelling ( tru tel Deth)
There in her own for en el bretb )
Here (lovely Nymph pronounce my Doom)
There A safe way to use Perfume)
Here a Page fir'a with Bitter-Doux;
On t'other fide ( laid out for Shoes )
( Madam, I dye without your Grace )
ČItem, for half a Card of Lace )
Who, that had Wit, would place it hore,
For every Peeping Fop to Jear.

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To think that your Brains Iffue is
Expos'd to th' Excrement of his,
In Power of Spittle and a Clout
When e'ere he please to blot it out;
And then to heighthen the Disgrace,
Claps his own Nonsense in the place.
Whoe're expects to hold his part
In such a Book and such a Heart,
If he be Wealthy and a Fool
Is in all Points the fitteft Tool;
Of whom it may be justly said,
He's a Gold Pencil tipt with Lead.

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Their EXCELLENCIES the

Lords Justices

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I R E L AN D,

The Humble PETITION of Frances Harris,
Who muft Starve, and Die a Maid if it Miscarries.

Anno 1700.

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Humbly Sheareth,
Hat I went to warm my self in Lady

Betty's Chamber, because I was cold,
And I had in a Purle, Seven Pound

four Shillings and fix Pence, besides Farthings, in Money and Gold; So because I had been buying things for my Lady

Taft Night, I was resolved to tell my Money, to see if it was right:

Now

Now you must know, because

my

Trunk has à very bad Lock; Therefore all the Money, I have, which God

knows is a very small Stock, I keep in my Pocket ty'd about my

Middle, next my Smock. So when I went

to put up my Purse, as God would have it, my Smock was unript, And, instead of putting it into my Pocket, down

it Nipt: Then the Bell rung, and I went down to pat

my Lady to Bed, And, God knows I thought my Money was as safe

as my Maiden-head. So when I came up again, I found my Pocket

feel very light, But when I search'd, and miss'd my Purse,

Lord! I thought, I should have funk out-right: Lord! Madam, lays Mary, how d'ye do? Indeed,

says I, "never worse. But pray, Mary, can you tell what I have done

with my Purse? Lord help me, said Mary, I never ftir'd out of

this place! Nay, said I, I had it in Lady Betty's Chamber,

that's a plain Cafe. So Mary got me to Bed, and cover'd me up warm, However she ftole away my Garters, that I

might do my self no harm : So I tumbled and toss'd all Night, as you may

very well think, But hardly ever set my Eyes together, or slept

a Wink. So I was a dream'd, mé-thought, that we went

and search'd the Folks round, And in a Corner of Mrs. Duke's Box, ty'd in a Rag, the money was found.

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