127.

Oh! cruel man I never could have thought
he would have served me so - pray
support me. Oh! Oh! I shall faint Oh! O!!!
the flesh is weak.

Emancipation, a Farce.

The fall of Man.

Is there no hope for me
Dear William ?

Yes sweet Grizzled I have
felt deeply for thee, & thou wilt
find abundant consolation in
the 21<sup>st</sup> Chapter of Genesis

The spirit willing,
but the flow is weak

Indeed I speak our
friend has turned his
attention to much to
analyse Gold
O! yes!

In the provident care of our friend
I hope he will not neglect to secure.
ample means for a numerous progeny
of the five young Women

I must feel for the situation
ample means for a numerous progeny
of the five young Women

I wish friend William
would avoid vain sports

Winnery.

Send to Plough Court for
Sal Volatile.

A struggle between the flesh
and the Spirit

O! dear what can
the matter be.

No hopes quoth Grizzled as her spouse
Looked on her face divine

No hopes quoth he I'm fifty five
(And thou'rt but Sixty Nine *
When little Isaac first saw light
Translators can't have blundered)
His own Mama was ten years
and his Papa one hundred.

Cupid perhaps thou'rt growing old
Thy wings may drop, thy head be
bald
and aged 72.

If so thy wounds may now be cold
As just a little burn or scald
For now behold at fifty five.

A great & grave divine
Led in soft bands as I'm alive
By blooming Sixty nine →

And all do say Love never can
Diminish or grow cold.

She doats upon the very Man
He doats upon her Gold

Experiment
on the
Philosophers' Sh.

To S. Petersbur

Lectures ?

Pub. March. 5th 1827 - by S W. Fores. 41 Piccadilly London.