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Rh Admires how modest women can Be so robustious, like a man. In party, furious to her power; A bitter whig, or tory sour; Her arguments directly tend Against the side she would defend; Will prove herself a tory plain, From principles the whigs maintain; And, to defend the whiggish cause, Her topicks from the tories draws. O yes! if any man can find More virtues in a woman's mind, Let them be sent to Mrs. Harding ; She'll pay the charges to a farthing; Take notice, she has my commission To add them in the next edition; They may outsell a better thing: So, halloo, boys; God save the king!

S clever Tom Clinch, while the rabble was bawling, Rode stately through Holborn to die in his calling, He stopt at the George for a bottle of sack, And promis'd to pay for it when he came back. His waistcoat, and stockings, and breeches, were white; His cap had a new cherry riband to tye't. The maids to the doors and the balconies ran, And said, "Lack-a-day! he's a proper young man!" Rh