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 8 With coral lips and natural hips, but now each girl has her cork rump ; The platted ruff looks well enough, now pldgeons craws they wear, alas? Stuck cut before like the breast of a boar, O what a beau my Granny war, with her hizzy, &c

V U L C N’S CUP. VULCAN, contrive me such a cup,' as Nestor us'd of old ; Try all your art to trim it up and Damask it round with gold,

Carve me thereon the manlina vine, and ek 'two lovely boys; Whose limbs in smorous folds intwine, the type of future joys.

Make it so large, when fill'd with sack, up to the swelling brim; Vast toasts e-n the delicious lake, like ships at sea may swim.

Cupid and Bacahus my gods are; let lone and wine still reign : With wine I'll drive away dull care,, and then to my love again: FINIS,