Suppoſes that his Son and Heir he Got,
But Wife could tell that ſhe ſuppoſes not.
The Trees by Roſamonds Pond, her Sins have known,
And tell-Tale Leaves, ſtill ſtick upon the Gown:
Whilſt the dull Sot, whilſt he's a Cuckold made,
Slippoſes ſhe's it Church Praying for Trade.
The Country Squire newly come to Town,
By Parents doom'd to a Lawyers daggl'd Gown.
ſuppoſes ſome Bright Angel he has gotten
In our Lewd Gallary, till proving Rotten:
His Study ſoon he leaves for Sweating Tubs,
And Cook and Littlton, for Doctor Hobs,
Nor had Dull Cit ſent Spouſe to Drink the Water.
So found her helping to us Sons and Daughters.
Had he ſuppos'd.when e're her Belly Swells,
There mull be ſomething in't beſides the Wells.
Ther's no Man there had Married' I'me afraid,
Had he not firſt. ſuppos'd his Wife a Mnid:
For 'tis Opinion muſt our Peace ſecure,
For no Experiment can do't I'me ſure.
In Paths of Love no Foot-ſteps e're were Trac'd,
All we can do is to ſuppoſe her Chaſt;
For Women are of that deep ſubtilc kind,
The more we dive to Know, the leſs we find.
Ah Ladies! what ſtrange Fate ſtill Rules us Men ?
For whil'ſt we Wiſely would eſcape the Gin,
A kind ſuppoſe ſtill draws the Wedlock in:
In all Affairs 'tis ſo, the Lawyers Baul,
And with damn'd Noiſe and Nonſenſe fill the Hall.
Suppoſing after Seven Years being a Drudge,
'Twill be his Fortune to be made a Judge.
The Parvon too that Prays againſt ill Weathers
That thumps the Cuſhion till he leaves no Feathers.
wond let his Flock I fear grow very Lean,
Without ſuppoſe at leaſt of being a 'Dean.
All things are helpt out by ſuppove, but Wit
That we cannot now ſuppoſe to get.
Unleſs a kind ſuppoſe your Minds poſſeſs,
For on that Charm depends our Play's Succeſs.
Then tho you like it not, Sirs don't Diſcloſe it,
But if you think it Bad, pray Good ſuppoſe it.

London, Printed by Geo. Croom, in Thomes-ſtreet, over againſt Baynard's Caſtle,