Were Virgil alive with his Phillis, And writing another eclogue; Both his Phillis and fair Amaryllis 55 He'd give up for fweet Molly Mog. When the fmiles on each guest, like her liquor, Round as a hoop the bumpers flow; Pert as a pear-monger I'd be, If Molly were but kind; Cool as a cucumber could fee The rest of woman-kind. Like a ftuck pig I gaping stare, Plump as a partridge was I known, And foft as filk my fkin; 5 10 15 20 Strait as my leg her shape appears ; My heart would be scot-free from cares, As fine as fivepence is her mien; No drum was ever tighter; Her glance is as the razor keen, And not the fun is brighter. As foft as pap her kiffes are; Methinks I tate them yet; Brown as a berry is her hair, As smooth as glass, as white as curds, N 3 30 35 40 45 50 Good Lord how all men envy'd me! 60 But falfe as hell, fhe, like the wind, Tho' feeming as the turtle kind, -If I and Molly could agree, Till you grow tender as a chick, I'm dull as any post: Let us like burs together stick, And warm as any toast. You'll know me truer than a dye, And wish me better sped, Flat as a flounder when I lie, And as a herring dead. Sure as a gun fhe'll drop a tear, And mute as any fish. 65 70 75 80 NEW. NEWGATE's GARLAND; Being a new ballad, fhewing how Mr Jonathan Wild's throat was cut from ear to ear with a penknife by Mr Blake, alias Bluefkin, the bold highwayman, as he ftood at his trial in the Old Bailey, 1725. YE To the tune of the Cut purse. I. E gallants of Newgate, whofe fingers are nice Good news ye shall hear, How Jonathan's throat was cut from ear to ear, How Bluefkin's fharp penknife hath fet you at ease, And ev'ry man round me may rob, if he please. II. When to the Old Bailey this Blueskin was led, He drew his penknife, And made a fad widow of Jonathan's wife. But forty pounds paid her, her grief fhall appease; And ev'ry man round me may rob, if he please. III. Some fay there are courtiers of highest renown, 5 10 Who fteal the King's gold, and leave him but a crown: 20 Some fay there are peers, and fome parliament-men, Who meet once a-year to rob courtiers agen. Let them all take their fwing To pillage the King, And get a blue ribbon, inftead of a ftring. 25 Now Bluefkin's fharp penknife hath fet you at ease; And ev'ry man round me may rob, if he please. IV. Knaves of old, to hide guilt by their cunning inventions, 30 Call'd briberies grants, and plain robberies pensions; Now ev'ry man may Rob (as fafe as in office) upon the highway. For Bluefkin's fharp penknife hath set you at ease ; 35 And ev'ry man round me may rob, if he please. V. Some cheat in the customs, fome rob the excife; They may be more bold, 40 And rob on the highway, fince Jonathan's cold: VI. Some by public revenues, which pass'd thro' their hands, Have purchas'd clean houses, and bought dirty lands : Some to steal from a charity think it no fin, Which at home (fays the proverb) does always begin. But, if ever you be Affign'd the trustee, Treat not orphans like mafters of the chancery; 50 |