elsewhere you may try what you can find. 
          And as to you, miss Prettyface, you jade,
          Good heav’ns! to think a paltry servant maid
          Should rival me?  I’ll beat you black and blue! 
          The bread I eat, indeed, must be for you? 
          But I know better, and indeed am clear,
          Not one around will fancy I appear
          So void of charms, so faded, wither’d, lost,
          That I should out of doors at once be tost;
          But I will manage matters:—­I design
          This girl no other bed shall have than mine;
          Then who so bold to touch her there will dare? 
          Come, Miss, let’s to my room at once repair;
          Away—­your things to-morrow you can seek;
          If scandal ’twould spread around, I’d wreak
          My vengeance instantly, and turn you out;
          But I am lenient, and desire no rout;
          Perhaps your ruin may be sav’d by care;
          So night and day your company I’ll share;
          No more my bosom then will feel dismay,
          For I shall see that you no frolicks play.

          Onthis the trembling girl, o’ercome with fears;
          Held down her head and seem’d to hide her tears;
          Pick’d up her clothes and quickly stole away,
          As if afraid her mistress more might say;
          And hop’d to act the maid while Sol gave light,
          But play at ease the fond gallant at night;
          At once she fill’d two places in the house,
          And thought in both the husband she should chouse,
          Who bless’d his stars that he’d escap’d so well,
          And sneak’d alone to rest within his cell,
          While our gay, am’rous pair advantage took,
          To play at will, and ev’ry solace hook,
          Convinc’d most thoroughly, once lovers kiss’d,
          That opportunity should n’er be miss’d. 
          Here ends the trick our wily gossip play’d;
          But now let’s see the plot another laid.

          Thesecond dame, whose husband was so meek,
          That only from her lips the truth he’d seek,
          When seated with him ’neath a pear tree’s shade,
          Contriv’d at ease and her arrangement made. 
          The story I shall presently relate;
          The butler, strong, well dress’d, and full of prate: 
          Who often made the other servants trot,
          Stood near when madam hit upon her plot,
          To whom she said, I wish the fruit to taste;
          On which the man prepar’d with ev’ry haste,
          To climb the tree, and off the produce shook;
          But while above, the fellow gave a look
          Upon the ground below, and feign’d he saw
          The spouse and wife—­do more than kiss and paw: 
          The servant rubb’d his eyes, as if in doubt,