Poems on Several Occasions By Jonathan Smedley |
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On a Big-belly'd Lady, who fell above the Middle in the Water.
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On a Big-belly'd Lady, who fell above the Middle in the Water.
Take Courage! Madam, 'tis an old thing,
When Ladies Tongues are given to Scolding;
Or, when t'other End o'th' Dame,
Burns, with too petulant a Flame,
In Water, deep, the Parts to cover
And duck the Termagant, all over.
When Ladies Tongues are given to Scolding;
Or, when t'other End o'th' Dame,
Burns, with too petulant a Flame,
In Water, deep, the Parts to cover
And duck the Termagant, all over.
But you have met that Fate by Chance,
To which their Merits them advance.
To which their Merits them advance.
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The Happy! Infant, that you bear,
Shall prove, more than her Mother, Fair;
O! more than mortal Fair shall be,
So early rising from the Sea:
Like Beauty's Goddess, who did come
From the same cold and watry Womb.
Shall prove, more than her Mother, Fair;
O! more than mortal Fair shall be,
So early rising from the Sea:
Like Beauty's Goddess, who did come
From the same cold and watry Womb.
Or, if't be Male, the Case more plain is,
Some Admiral, or Duke of Venice:
Or, Fat State-holder ('tis no matter)
He'll be, and ever love Strong-Water.
Some Admiral, or Duke of Venice:
Or, Fat State-holder ('tis no matter)
He'll be, and ever love Strong-Water.
The Sun, who, when his Course is sped,
I'th' Ocean, nightly, steeps his Head,
Had Fortune ow'd him so good Hap,
As, in Kinsale, that Night to Nap,
Refusing, more abroad to peep,
With you had, ever wish'd to sleep.
I'th' Ocean, nightly, steeps his Head,
Had Fortune ow'd him so good Hap,
As, in Kinsale, that Night to Nap,
Refusing, more abroad to peep,
With you had, ever wish'd to sleep.
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