THE INCURABLE. PHILLIS, you boast of perfect health in vain, THE INSATIABLE PRIEST. I. LUKE Preachill admires what we laymen can mean, That thus by our profit and pleasure are sway'd, He has but three livings, and would be a dean; His wife dy'd this year, he has marry'd his maid. II. To suppress all his carnal desires in their birth, At all hours a lusty young hussy is near; And to take off his thoughts from the things this earth, He can be content with two thousand a-year. DOCTORS DIFFER. WHEN Willis* of Ephraim heard Rochester + preach, Thus Bentley said to him, I pr'ythee, dear brother, How lik'st thou this sermon? 'tis out of my reach. His is one way, said Willis, and ours is another; I care not for carping, but this I can tell, PONTIUS AND PONTIA. I. PONTIUS (who loves, you know, a joke Much better than he loves his life) Chanc'd t'other morning to provoke The patience of a well-bred wife. II. Talking of you, said he, my dear, Two of the greatest wits in town, One ask'd if that high furze of hair Was bona fide all your own. III. Her own! most certain, t'other said; For Nan, who knows the thing, will tell ye The hair was bought, the money paid, Bishop of Gloucester. + Atterbury, Bishop of Rochester, VOL. II. G IV. Pontia (that civil prudent she, Who values wit much less than sense, And never darts a repartee But purely in her own defence) V. Reply'd, These friends of yours, my dear, VI. Now I have one unlucky thought That would have spoil'd your friend's conceit; Some hair I have, I'm sure, unbought, Pray bring your brother-wits to see't. CAUTIOUS ALICE. So good a wife doth Lissy make, TRUTH TOLD AT LAST. SAYS Pontius in rage, contradicting his wife, You never yet told me one truth in your life. Vext Pontia no way could this thesis allow, You're a cuckold, says she; do I tell you truth now? TO THE DUKE DE NOAILLES. VAIN the concern which you express, That uncall'd Alard will possess Your house and coach both day and night, With fifteen thousand pounds a-year, you complain you cannot bear ON A FART, Let in the House of Commons. Much alike entomb'd does lie FROM THE GREEK. GREAT Bacchus, born in thunder and in fire, |