EDWIN'S PILLS, &c, SONG

Keep off if you vex a woman, 'Till she gives her passion vent; In her fury she spares no man, But her tongue goes click and clack; Click, clack, clack; and tick, ticke, tack, 'Till her rage in noise is spent. Women, when the fidgets seize 'em, Ride one like a founder'd nag: They are gentle, 'till you teize 'em; Then their tongue goes, click and clack; Click, click, clack; and tick, ticke, tack, 'Till it can no longer wag.