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 A Mock to the foregoing : When first Amyntas su'd for a Kiss, &c.

AMinta one Night had occasion to Pss, Joan reach'd her the Pot that stood by her; I in the next Chamber could hear it to hiss, The Sluice was small, but Stream was strong: My Soul was melting, thinking of bliss, And raving I lay with desire; But nought could be done, For alas she Pd on, Nor car'd for Pangs I suffer'd long: Joan next made hast, In the self same Case; To fix the Pot close to her own A;     Then Floods did come, One might have swom, And puff a Whirl-wind flew from her B.

Says Joan, by these strange Blasts that do rise, I guess that the Night will grow windy; For when such Showers do fall from the Skies, To clear the Air the North-wind blows; Ye nasty Quean, her Lady replies, That Tempest broke out from behind ye; And though it was decently kept from my Eyes, The troubled Air offends my Nose: Says Joan 'ods-heart, You have Pd a Quart, And now you make ado for a F—-t; 'Tis still your mind, To squeeze behind, But never fell Shower from me without wind.