H ERE is the Rarity of the whole Fair, Pimper-le-pimp, and the wise Dancing Mare; Here's valiant St. George and the Dragon, a Farce, A Girl of Fifteen with strange Moles on her A—. Here is Vienna Besieg'd, a Rare thing, And here's Punchinello shown thrice to the King; I A CATCH set by Doctor BLOW. Na Seller at Sodom, at the Sign of the T-, Two buxom young Harlots were drinking with L-; Some say they were his Daughters, no matter for that, They're resolv'd they would souse their old Dad with a Pot: All fluster'd and bousie, the Doting old Sot, A b A SONG. Τ HERE's such Religion in my Love, Tell Tell me no more of Friends or Foes, No more than they beget your Mind. Great Love! the Monarch of our Wills, CHORUS. 3 K IND Heaven no Peace to the Perjur'd allows, In Fate's gloomy Book keeps account of all And Fove that does view the false and the true, Knows who kept their Promise, and who deceiv'd who : To |