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I melancholy as a cat

Am kept awake to weep;
But she, insensible of that,

Sound as a top can sleep.

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Hard is her heart as flint or stone ;

She laughs to see me pale,
And merry as a grig is grown,
And brisk as bottled ale.

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The god of love at her approach

Is busy as a bee !
Hearts sound as any bell or roach

Are smit, and figh like me.
Ay me! as thick as hops or hail,

The fine men croud about her:
But soon as dead as a door-nail

Shall I be, if without her.

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Strait as my leg her shape appears ;

O were we join'd together!
My heart would be scot-free from cares,

And lighter than a feather.

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As fine as five pence is her mien;

No drum was ever tighter ;
Her glance is as the razor keen,

And not the sun is brighter.
As soft as pap herşisses are ;

Methinks I ta te them yet ;
Brown as a berry is her hair,

Her eyes as black as jet.

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As smooth as glass, as white as curds,
Her pretty hand invites :

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Sharp as a needle are her words ;

Her wit like pepper bites.
Brisk as a body-louse she trips,

Clean as a penny dreft ;
Sweet as a rose her breath and lips,

Round as the globe her breaft.

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Full as an egg was I with glee,

And happy as a king !
Good Lord! how all men envy'd me!

She lov'd like any thing.

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*NEWGATE's GARLAND;

Being a new ballad, shewing how Mr Jonathan

Wild's throat was cut from ear to ear with a penknife by Mr Blake, alias Blueskin, the bold highwayman, as he ftood at his trial in the Old Bailey, 1725.

To the tune of the Cut purse.

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YE gallants of Newgate, whose fingers are nice

In diving in pockets, or cogging of dice
Ye sharpers fo rich, who can buy off the noose;
Ye honefter poor rogues, who die in your shoes,
Attend and draw near,

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Good news ye shall hear,
How Jonathan's throat was cut from ear to ear,
How Blueskin's sharp penknife 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,

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up his hand; his indictment was read; Loud rattled his chains ; near him Jonathan ftood; For full forty pounds was the price of his blood.

Then, hopeless of life,
He drew his penknife,

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And made a fad widow of Jonathan's wife.
But forty pounds paid her, her grief shall appease;
And ev'ry man round me may rob, if he please.

III. Some say there are courtiers of highest renown, Who steal the King's gold, and leave him but a

crown: Some fay there are peers, and some parliament-men, Who meet once a year to rob courtiers agen.

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Let them all take their swing

To pillage the King, And get a blue ribbon, inftead of a ftring. 25 Now Blueskin's sharp penknife hath fet you at ease; And ev'ry man round me may sob, if he please.

IV. Knaves of old, to hide guilt by their cunning inven

tions, Call’d briberies grants, and plain robberies pensions ; Phyficians and lawyers (who take their degrees 30 To be learned rogues) call'd their pilfering fees.

Since this happy day

Now ev'ry man may
Rob (as fafe as in office) upon the highway.
For Blueskin's sharp penknife hath set you at ease ; 35
And ev'ry man round me may rob, if he please.

V.
Some cheat in the customs, some rob the excife;
But he who robs both is eíteemed most wise,
Churchwardens, too prudent to hazard the halter,
As yet only venture to steal from the altar.'

40 But now to get gold,

They may be more bold, And rob on the highway, fince Jonathan's cold: For Blueskin's sharp penknife hath set you at ease; And ev'ry man round me may rob, if he please. 45

VI.
Some by public revenues, which pass’d thro' their hands,
Have purchas'd clean houfes, and bought dirty lands :
Some to steal from a charity think it no fin,
Which at home (says the proverb) does always begin.
But, if ever

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50 Allign'd the trustee, Treat not orphans like malters of the chancery; But take the highway, and more honestly seize ; 'For ev'ry man round me may rob, if he please.

VII.
What a pother has here been with Wood and his brass,
Who would modestly make a few halfpennies pals ! 56
The patent is good, and the precedent's old,
For Diomede changed his copper for gold :

But, if Ireland despise
The new halfpennies,

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With more safety to rob on the road I advise :
For Blueskin's sharp penknife hath set thee at ease;
And ev'ry man round me may rob, if he please,

PROMETHEUS.

On Wood * the patentee's Irish halfpence.

Written in the year 1724.

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S when the 'fquire and tinker, Wood,

Gravely consulting Ireland's good,
Together mingled in a mass
Smith's duft, and copper, lead, and brass ;
The mixture thus by chymic art
United close in ev'ry part,
In fillets rolld, or cut in pieces,
Appear'd like one continued fpecies;
And by the forming engine ftruck,
On all the same impression stuck :

So, to confound this hated coin,
All parties and religions join;
Wbig., Tories, Trimmers, Hanoverians,
Quakers, Conformifis, Priftyterians,
Scotch, Irish, English, French unite,
With equal intrejt, equal Spite;

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* Sce an account of Wood's project in the Drapier's letters, vol. iii.

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