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A Mock to the foregoing Song: When first Amyntas su'd for a Kiss, &c.

AMinta one Night had occasion to P——ss,
  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.