If wishing should be any fin,
The parfon himself had guilty been

(She look'd that day fo purely);
And did the youth fo oft the feat
At night, as fome did it conceit,

It would have spoil'd him furely.

Juft in the nick the cook knock'd thrice, And all the waiters in a trice

His fummons did obey;

Each ferving man, with dish in hand, March'd boldly up, like our train'd band, Prefented, and away.

When all the meat was on the table,

What man of knife or teeth was able
To stay to be intreated?

And this the very reason was

Before the parfon could say grace
The company was feated.

For business of the kitchen's great,
For it is fit that men fhould eat,

Nor was it there denied.

Paffion, Oh me! how I run on!
There's that that would be thought upon,

I trow, befides the bride.

Now hats fly off, and youths carouse,

Healths first go round, and then the house,
The bride's came thick and thick;

And when 'twas nam'd another's health,
Perhaps he made it hers by stealth;

(And who could help it, Dick!)

O' th' fudden up they rise and dance;
Then fit again, and figh, and glance,
Then dance again and kiss:

Thus feveral ways the time did pass,
Till every woman wish'd her place,
And every man wish'd his.

By this time all were stol'n afide
To counsel and undress the bride,

But that he must not know;

And yet 'twas thought he guefs'd her mind, And did not mean to ftay behind

Above an hour or fo.

When in he came, Dick, there fhe lay,

Like new-fall'n fnow melting away,

'Twas time, I trow, to part,

Kiffes were now the only stay,

Which foon she gave, as who should say

But juft as heav'ns would have to cross it, In came the bride-maids with the poffet, The bridegroom ate in fpite;

For had he left the women to 't,

It would have cost two hours to do't, Which were too much that night.

At length the candle's out; and now,
All that they had not done, they do ;
What that is, who can tell?

But I believe it was no more

Than thou and I have done before

With Bridget and with Nell.

CHARLES II.