MACHEATH. What a Fool is a fond Wench! Polly is most confoundedly
bit.--I love the Sex. And a Man who loves Money, might as well be
contented with one Guinea, as I with one Woman. The Town perhaps
have been as much obliged to me, for recruiting it with free-hearted
Ladies, as to any Recruiting Officer in the Army. If it were not for
us, and the other Gentlemen of the Sword, Drury-Lane would be
uninhabited.

AIR XXI. Would you have a young Virgin, &c.

If the Heart of a Man is deprest with Cares,
The Mist is dispell'd when a Woman appears;
Like the Notes of a Fiddle, she sweetly, sweetly
Raises the Spirits, and charms our Ears,
Roses and Lilies her Cheeks disclose,
But her ripe Lips are more sweet than those.
Press her,
Caress her,
With Blisses,
Her Kisses
Dissolve us in Pleasure, and soft Repose.

I must have Women. There is nothing unbends the Mind like them.
Money is not so strong a Cordial for the Time. Drawer--[Enter
Drawer.] Is the Porter gone for all the Ladies according to my
Directions?

DRAWER. I expect him back every Minute. But you know, Sir, you sent
him as far as Hockley in the Hole for three of the Ladies, for one in