“ The Garden of Thyme, giving good Advice for every Virgins Care.
While Flowers in their tender Buds do grow
Let no young Men into your Gardens go;
Lest these young Buds upon their tender Stem
Should be cropp'd off by these unruly Men.
YOU pretty Maidens all,
That now are in your Prime,
Besure you look your Gardens well,
Let no Man steal your Thyme:
For I delight in my Thyme,
That flourish'd Night and Day,
Then came a young Man craftily,
And stole my Thyme away. ”

“ There's Boufler in the Morning, and Boufler in Night,
And Boufler is all the young Ladies Delight;
The Ladies of Honour they'll give double Fees,
For Boufler to play between their two Knees.
My Boufler he is a bonny brisk Lad,
He cures the Green-sickness though never so bad ”

“ The rotten Eggs fell down with Whacks,
⁠And Kistern Craggs beshitten there.
The Cows rove all the Cloaths to Clouts,
⁠The Drink stood all in Pools there;
The Scholar Lads cry'd with a Shout,
⁠And swore they bated Bulls there. ”