Page:A genuine epistle written some time since to the late famous Mother Lodge.pdf/6

 Learnt oon to quander, jilt, and ham, And cuckold eay LIMBERHAM, 'Till, all his Land, and Money gone, I left the Fool to lye alone.


 * with Jewels, Clothes, and Plate,

The Ruins of my Cul's Etate, By the leud Town I grew deir'd; Each Fop to SALLY&apos;s Bed apir'd.


 * I play'd on upon the Square,

And eat up ev'ry Year my Heir, I had been on at Eae for Life; But I mut needs become a Wife!

DUNBO from the Hibernian Shore, As MILO trong, as IRUS poor, With much more Confidence than Art Found a hort Way to win my Heart; Too well on me reveng'd Mankind, And left his rifled Spoue behind.