“ Which makes me sing hushy-ba, nothing to me,
⁠and gars me say hushy-ba, Bastard, ly still,
Tho' I'm not your daddie, my wife is your minnie,
⁠waes me! for she's taking too much of her will.
I'm old and I'm crazie, but might have liv'd easy,
⁠but nothing would please me but the young and the fair
I'm old and I'm crazie, I might have liv'd easy,
⁠but Cupid leads captive the boldest in war.
To balls and to plays she always goes foremost,
⁠she's always going foremost and carries the gree. ”

“ The virgins their clothes in the garden had left,
and keys of their trunks in their pockets;
To roll them in sheets, were fain to make shift,
their chests they could not.get unlockst.
At last ventur'd up these valiant young men,
tho' armed with courage undaunted;
But took them for spirits, and ran back again,
and swore that the house it was haunted.
As they retreated, the young man they met,
come shivering in at the door, Sir,
Who look'd like a rat, his clothes dripping wet,
no rogue that was pump'd could look worse, Sir. ”

“ LET Epicures boast of their delicate feasts,
⁠let drunkards enjoy their full bowl;
They senst gives content tho' but homely the fare,
⁠ (illegible text) l stile it the feast of the Soul
Pleasure result from an earnest desire
⁠to amuse and enliven the whole ”