* A New SONG of New SIMILE S. Μ MY Y paffion is as mustard strong; Or like a March hare mad. Round as a hoop the bumpers flow; Pert as a pear-monger I'd be, If Molly were but kind; Like a stuck pig I gaping ftare, Plump as a partridge was I known, My cheeks as fat as butter grown; I melancholy as a cat Am kept awake to weep; But fhe, infenfible of that, Hard is her heart as flint or fstone; 25 And And merry as a grig is grown, And brifk as bottled ale. The god of love at her approach Hearts found as any Ah me! as thick as hops or hail, 30 The fine men croud about her: But foon as dead as a door-nail Shall I be, if without her. Strait as my leg her fhape appears; O were we join'd together! My heart would be scot-free from cares, As fine as five-pence is her mien ; No drum was ever tighter; Her glance is as the razor keen, And not the fun is brighter. As foft as pap her kiffes are; As smooth as glafs, as white as curds, Sharp as a needle are her words; Her wit like pepper bites. Brifk as a body-loufe fhe trips, 35 40 45 50 P Sweet Sweet as a rofe her breath and lips, 55 Round as the globe her breast. Full as an egg was I with glee, And happy as a king : Good Lord! how all men envy'd me! бо But falfe as hell, fhe, like the wind, *NEWGATE's GARLAND: Being a New Ballad, fhewing how Mr. Jonathan Wild's throat was cut from ear to ear with a penknife by Mr. Blake, alias Blueskin, the bold Highwayman, as he ftood at his trial in the Old Bailey, 1725. YE To the tune of the Cut-purse. I. "E gallants of Newgate, whofe fingers are nice In diving in pockets, or cogging of dice; Ye sharpers fo rich, who can buy off the noofe e; Ye honefter poor rogues, who die in shoes, Attend and draw near, Good news ye shall bear, your 5 How Jonathan's throat was cut from ear to ear, How Bluefkin's fharp penknife hath fet you at ease, And ev'ry man round me may rob, if he please. II. When to the Old Bailey this Blueskin was led, 10 He held up his hand, his indictment was read: Loud rattled his chains; near him Jonathan stood; For full forty pounds was the price of his blood. Then, hopeless of life, He drew his penknife, 15 And made a fad widow of Jonathan's wife. III. Some fay there are courtiers of higheft renown, Who fteal the king's gold, and leave him but a crown: 20 Some fay there are peers, and fome parliament-men, To pillage the king, 25 And get a blue ribbon, instead of a string. IV. Knaves of old, to hide guilt by their cunning inventions, Call'd briberies grants, and plain robberies penfions; Phyficians and lawyers (who take their degrees 30 To be learned rogues) call'd their pilfering fees. Since this happy day Now ev'ry man may Rob (as fafe as in office) upon the highway. For Bluefkin's fharp penknife hath fet you at cafe; And ev'ry man round me may rob, if he please. V. 35 Some cheat in the cuftoms, fome rob the excife; They may be more bold, 40 And rob on the highway, fince Jonathan's cold : For |