A Battle! A Battle! (Extended) - 19
Which made his lustful Passions rise;
Fain, very fain he would be at her,
And now his Chops began to Water:
He quits the Assembly on a sudden,
(For hungry Dogs love dirty Pudding)
My Love, my Dove! my fairest Queen!
Thy Husband’s Works are plainly seen,
But yet, with Reason I suppose,
Thy Child will never have a Nose,
Unless thee get some faithful Friend,
Who will his kind Assistance lend,
And none more ready is than I,
His plastic Faculty to try.
To whom the Queen—Thy Words are civil,
And sure, thy Actions can’t be Evil,
This said, he needs no more to woo her,
But without saying Grace, falls to her.
The Deed perform’d, (how great, how strange
‘Twixt ‘fore and after is the Change!)
He views her in a different Light,
Disdains her Duds, and woful Plight;
And (what’s not wonderful to tell)
The Bears Grease warm’d, offends his Smell.
The wanton Goat forsook his Face,
Which you at other Times might trace:
