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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.


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.


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

Anno 1700.


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 you must know, because


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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