The Twickenham Hotch-Potch For the Use of the Rev. Dr. Swift, Alexander Pope, Esq.; and Company. Being a sequel to the Beggars Opera, &c. Containing, I. The State of Poetry, and Fate of Poets, in the Reign of King Charles IId. II. Seriousities and Comicalities, by Peter Henning, a Dutchman. III. Two Dozen of Infallible Maxims, for Court and City. IV. The Present War among Authors, viz. Swift, Pope, Theobald, Rolli, Voltaire, Parson B---dy, and Mr. Ozell. V. The Rival Actresses, viz. Mrs. O---d, Mrs. P---r, Mrs. B---h, Miss Y---ger and Miss Polly Peachum. VI. A Poetical Catalogue of Polly Peachum's Gallants. VII. An Epistle from Signora F---na to a Lady. VIII. A True Copy of Polly Peachum's Opera. Also, her Panegyrick. Written by Caleb D'Anvers [i.e. Nicholas Amhurst] |
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XIII. Pretty Parrot say ---
Poll likes Sir R--- F---,
For to play the Wag;
Because he is no great Brag,
Like her witty Lover GAY:
Heaving Sighs,
In Transport dies,
Between her T---s;
Often does he faint away:
And on her Bosom loll,
And on her Bosom loll,
O pretty, pretty Poll.
For to play the Wag;
Because he is no great Brag,
Like her witty Lover GAY:
Heaving Sighs,
In Transport dies,
Between her T---s;
Often does he faint away:
And on her Bosom loll,
And on her Bosom loll,
O pretty, pretty Poll.
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Poll's a pretty Fair,
With a charming Air,
That she is ador'd by all
Who does her Sex admire;
She'll no more,
Play the Whore,
For a Score
Of those who would buy her;
For she'll be an honest Girl,
For she'll be an honest Girl,
O pretty, pretty Poll.
With a charming Air,
That she is ador'd by all
Who does her Sex admire;
She'll no more,
Play the Whore,
For a Score
Of those who would buy her;
For she'll be an honest Girl,
For she'll be an honest Girl,
O pretty, pretty Poll.
Poll performs her Parts,
With such Grace and Arts,
That each Night she conquers Hearts,
Both in Pits and Boxes;
Then refrain,
Ben't so plain,
Do not stain,
Poll with common Doxies:
For she does charm us all,
For she does charm us all,
O pretty, pretty Poll.
With such Grace and Arts,
That each Night she conquers Hearts,
Both in Pits and Boxes;
Then refrain,
Ben't so plain,
Do not stain,
Poll with common Doxies:
For she does charm us all,
For she does charm us all,
O pretty, pretty Poll.
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Since Poll has gain'd Applause,
All vindicate her Cause,
And prodigious Crowds she draws,
All conspire to Clap her:
The House rings,
When she sings;
Must such Things
Vanish in a Vapour?
No, she out-shines 'em all,
No, she out-shines 'em all,
O pretty, pretty Poll.
All vindicate her Cause,
And prodigious Crowds she draws,
All conspire to Clap her:
The House rings,
When she sings;
Must such Things
Vanish in a Vapour?
No, she out-shines 'em all,
No, she out-shines 'em all,
O pretty, pretty Poll.
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