A Mock to the foregoing Song: When first Amyntas su'd for a Kiss, &c.
AMinta one Night had occasion to P
Joan reach'd her the Pot that stood by her;
I in the next Chamber could hear it to hiss,
The Sluice was small, but Stream was strong:
My Soul was melting, thinking of bliss,
And raving I lay with desire;
But nought could be done,
For alas she P d on,
Nor car'd for Pangs I suffer'd long:
Joan next made hast,
In the self same Case;
To fix the Pot close to her own A ;
Then Floods did come,
One might have swom,
And puff a Whirl-wind flew from her B .
Says Joan, by these strange Blasts that do rise,
I guess that the Night will grow windy;
For when such Showers do fall from the Skies,
To clear the Air the North-wind blows;
Ye nasty Quean, her Lady replies,
That Tempest broke out from behind ye;
And though it was decently kept from my Eyes,
The troubled Air offends my Nose:
Says Joan 'ods-heart,
You have P d a Quart,
And now you make ado for a F—-t;
'Tis still your mind,
To squeeze behind,
But never fell Shower from me without wind.
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