Get that booty bouncin'

 "Get that booty bouncing" 

As I play my take on Mona Lisa 

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From a Country Tenant to the same Purpose.

Honoured Sir,

The Season has been so bad, and I have had such unhappy Accidents to encounter with in a sick Family, Loss of Cattle, &c. that I am obliged to trespass upon your Patience a Month or two longer. The Wheat-harvest, I hope, will furnish me the Means to answer your just Expectations; which will be a great Contentment to

Your honest Tenant, and humble Servant. 

*$*$*$* 

The Landlord's Answer.

Mr. Jacobs,

I have yours: I hope you’ll be as good as your Word at the Expiration of the Time you have mentioned. I am unwilling to distress any honest Man; and I hope, that I shall not meet with the worse Usage for my Forbearance. For Lenity abused, even in generous Tempers, provokes Returns, that some People would call severe; but should not be deemed such, if just. I am

Yours, &c. 

https://www.cambridge.org/core/books/early-works/letter-civ/1C2AFB7A660B229B6C8A08BB711DD16F 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samuel_Richardson 

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The Frenchified Lady Never in Paris

"Lord, how reformed and quiet are we grown,

Since all our braves and all our wits are gone!

Fop-corner now is free from civil war, 

White-wig and vizard make no longer jar.

France, and the fleet, have swept the town so clear,

That we can act in peace, and you can hear.

'Twas a sad sight, before they marched from home,

To see our warriors in red waistcoats come,

With hair tucked up, into our tireing-room.

But 'twas more sad to hear their last adieu:

The women sobbed, and swore they would be true;

And so they were, as long as e'er they could, 

But powerful guinea cannot be withstood, 

And they were made of play-house flesh and blood.

Fate did their friends for double use ordain;

In wars abroad they grinning honour gain,

And mistresses, for all that stay, maintain. 

Now they are gone, 'tis dead vacation here,

For neither friends nor enemies appear.

Poor pensive punk now peeps ere plays begin,

Sees the bare bench, and dares not venture in;

But manages her last half-crown with care,

And trudges to the Mall, on foot, for air.

Our city friends so far will hardly come,

They can take up with pleasures nearer home;

And see gay shows, and gaudy scenes elsewhere;

For we presume they seldom come to hear.

But they have now ta'en up a glorious trade,

And cutting Morecraft struts in masquerade.

There's all our hope, for we shall shew to-day

A masking ball, to recommend our play;

Nay, to endear them more, and let them see

We scorn to come behind in courtesy,

We'll follow the new mode which they begin,

And treat them with a room, and couch within:

For that's one way, howe'er the play fall short,

To oblige the town, the city, and the court."  

" Morecraft, an usurer, turns a cutter, or, as we now say, a buck.  

Dryden seems to allude to Ravenscroft's play of "The Citizen
turned Gentleman," a transmigration as here insinuated."

https://www.online-literature.com/dryden/marriage/1/