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Little Mouths.
From
London, Paul the Carrier coming down
To Wantage, meets a Beauty of the Town,
They both accost with Salutation pretty,
As how do'st Paul? Thank ye, and how do'st Betty?
Didst see our Jack, nor Sister? No, you've seen,
I warrant, none but those who saw the Queen.
Many words spoke in jest, says Paul, are true,
I came from Windsor, and if some Folks knew
As much as I it might be well for you.
Lord, Paul! what is't? why give me something for't,
This Kiss, and this. The matter's then in short,
The Parliament have made a Proclamation,
Which will this Week be sent all round the Nation;
That Maids with little Mouths do all prepare
On Sunday next to come before the Mayor,
And that all Batchelors be likewise there.
For Maids with little Mouths shall, if they please,
From these young Men choose two apeice.
Betty with bridled Chin extends her Face,
And then contracts her Lips with simpring Grace,
Cries, Hem! pray what must all the huge ones do
For Husbands, when we little Mouths have two?
Hold, not so fast, cries he, pray pardon me,
Maids with huge gaping wide Mouths must have three.
Betty distorts her Face with hideous Squawl,
And Mouth of a Foot wide begins to bawl,
Oh! Ho! Is't so? The Case is alter'd Paul.
Is that the Point? I wish the Three were Ten,
I warrant I'd find Mouth if they'll find Men.
To Wantage, meets a Beauty of the Town,
They both accost with Salutation pretty,
As how do'st Paul? Thank ye, and how do'st Betty?
Didst see our Jack, nor Sister? No, you've seen,
I warrant, none but those who saw the Queen.
Many words spoke in jest, says Paul, are true,
I came from Windsor, and if some Folks knew
As much as I it might be well for you.
Lord, Paul! what is't? why give me something for't,
This Kiss, and this. The matter's then in short,
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Which will this Week be sent all round the Nation;
That Maids with little Mouths do all prepare
On Sunday next to come before the Mayor,
And that all Batchelors be likewise there.
For Maids with little Mouths shall, if they please,
From these young Men choose two apeice.
Betty with bridled Chin extends her Face,
And then contracts her Lips with simpring Grace,
Cries, Hem! pray what must all the huge ones do
For Husbands, when we little Mouths have two?
Hold, not so fast, cries he, pray pardon me,
Maids with huge gaping wide Mouths must have three.
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And Mouth of a Foot wide begins to bawl,
Oh! Ho! Is't so? The Case is alter'd Paul.
Is that the Point? I wish the Three were Ten,
I warrant I'd find Mouth if they'll find Men.
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