MARCH.
This Month, Physicians Fees come in apace, And Patients flock in shoals to Doctor Case. Old Sinners will their painful Shin-bones rub, Ʋntil made easie by the Powd'ring-Tub.
MARCH, according to its usual Custom, will make its terrible entrance so like a roaring Lyon, that it will go near to scare the Powder out of every Beau's Wigg, that exposes himself to its Fury, to the blinding of many People who walk behind 'em, if they run not the hazard of breaking their Necks, by stumbling along with their Eyes shut.
Few Ladies, beneath the Quality of a Coach, will care much for visiting till this Month be over, but stay at home and save their Commodes for calmer Weather; besides, they wisely think it is subject, like themselves, to such Changes and Uncertainties, that they dare not venture to trust them∣selves abroad in't: And as for such Women who are forc'd to face its blusters, in the open Street; if they don't take care to wear Plummets, in the bottom of their Petticoats, as well as in their Gown-sleeves, they may chance to show what colour their Th—s are on, before they come home again.
A great difference will arise, and bloody Wars be pro∣cla••m'd between Cocks and Coxcombs, about the beginning of this Month; but the Day appointed for the great pitch'd Battel, will be the Fifth, upon which there will be much breaking of Shins amongst Porters, Coblers, Weavers,