Carmina, 55 and 58b

Now if thou hast one dram of Grace,
Save a Friends Life and shew thy Face.
From me before thou ne're wast hid.
I saw thee tho the Sun ne're did.
Come forth I say thou sculking Elf,
Save a Friends Life and shew thy self.
For thee I've searched, and search'd again
Park, Tavern, Play-house, but in vain;
All these thou long hast left i'th lurch,
I might as well have search'd a Church.
Distracted now I scour the street,
And seize all Females that I meet;
Where's my Friend aloud I cry,
Naughty Creatures, speak or die,
One, making bare her snowy Breasts,
Cry'd — Seek no further, here he rests.
I'm tired with this Herculean work,
'Tis worse than tugging for the Turk.
Y'are in intrigue you'l say — be't so!
With Quality — That may be too;
Come tell your Conquest then say I,
That's Pleasure — T'other's Drudgery.
Mischief take Thee Graceless Elf.
Where canst thou thus conceal thy self?
I think (I'll swear) should I turn Witch,
To ride upon a liquer'd Switch,
Mount Lightning, and out-fly the Wind,
This Sculker I shall never find.