Sportive vvit the muses merriment, a new spring of lusty drollery, joviall fancies, and a la mode lamponnes, on some heroic persons of these late times, never before exposed to the publick view / collected for the publick good by a club of sparkling wits, viz. C.J., B.J., L.M., W.T., cum multis alsis----

Reasons to Hate.

PRethee die and set me free, Or else be Brisk and blithe, and gay like me. I pretend not, I pretend not to the wise ones, To the grave, nor the precise ones.

Prethee why the room so dark? Not a spark, For to light me to the mark? Ile have day-light, or a candle, For to see, For to see as well as handle.

Prethee why these bolts and locks, Coats and smock••, And these drawers, with a pox? I would have, could Nature make it, Nakednesse, Nakednesse it selfe more naked.

There is neither art nor itch In thy breech, Nor provoking hand nor speech; But when I expect a motion, Fast asleep, Fast asleep, or at devotion.

If then a Mistresse I must have, Wise and grave, Let her so her self behave, All the day long Susan Civil, Pap by night, Pap by night, or some such Devil.

Oh the most unhappy life, Full of strife, 'Twixt Sir Fredrick and his wife, For as true as I'm a sinner, They have no They have no meat for their dinner.

Duns his face looks old and ill, And yet still She struts and paints, and hopes to kill; But if 'twere not for her table, She were not, She were not considerable.

Take a Lady in the grasse, Clap her — — her well and let her passe; Upon the bed then let her tumble, Put it in, Put it in she'l never grumble.