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Without a mind, tho’ all in one,
I’d value not a feather;
Good humour is the chain alone,
That links them all together.
Then fix not alone on a beautiful face,
For what could you do with a fair little shrew,
Whose tongue with your patience would never keep pace?
You ne’er could new mould her, for worse when she’s older,
You’d in vain seek the mind in a beautiful face.
’Tis not the face, &c.
The WAY to get MARRIED.
Come hither, ye belles, aye and likewise ye beaus,
Come hither, and mind what I have to express,
’Tis the way to get married I mean to disclose,
A way of some moment you all must confess.
Physicians, its known, for advice claim a fee,
But I, oh! I’m not by self interest carried,
And so you are welcome to my recipe,
