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Sweet as a rose her breath and lips,
Round as the globe her breast
Full as an egg was I with glee,
And happy as a king : Good Lord ! how all men envied me!
She lov'd like any thing.
Being a new Ballad, showing how Mr. Jonathan Wilds
Throat was cut from Ear to Ear, with a Penkuife, by Mr. Blake, alias Blueskin, the bold Highwayman, as he stood at his Trial in the Old Bailey, 1725.
TO THE TUNE OF THE CUTPURSE.
YE gallants of Newgate, whose fingers are nice
Attend and draw near,
Good news ye shall hear, How Jonathan's throat was cut from ear to ear, How Blueskiu's sharp penkpise hath set you at ease; And ev'ry man round me may rob, if he please.
When to the Old Bailey this Blueskin was led,
Then, hopeless of life,
He drew his penknife,
Some say there are courtiers of highest renown,
peers and parliament men, Who meet once a year to rob courtiers again.
Let them all take their sving,
To pillage the king,
Knaves, of old, to hide guilt by their cupping inventions
Since this happy day
Now ev'ry man may
Some cheat in the Customs, some rob the Excise:
But now, to get gold,
They may be more bold,
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 sin, Which at home (says the proverb) does always begin.
But if ever you be
Assigo'd a trustee,
What a pother has here been with Wood and his brass,
But, if Ireland despise
The new halfpennies, With more safety to rob on the road I advise: For Blueskin's sharp penknife hath set. you at ease, And ev'ry man round me may rob, if he please.
STREPHON AND FLAVIA.
With ev'ry lady in the land
Soft Strephon kept a pother :
And next year for the other.
Yet; when bis-love the shepherd told
To Flavia fair and coy,
She scorn'd the gentle boy.com
Late at a ball he own'd his pain:
She blush?d, and frown'd, and swore,
She'd never hear him more.
The swain persisted still to pray,
The nymph still to deny ;
He swore she should not fly..
Enrag'd, she call'd her footman straight,
And rush'd from out the room,
And lay with Ralph at home.
THE QUIDNUNCKIS :
A TALE OCCASIONED BY THE DEATH
OF THE DUKE
REGENT OF FRANCE.
How vain are mortal man's endeavours !
ne'er can be disbanded.
* Coffeehouse, near St. James's. H.