| Ne’er trouble thy self at the times
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219
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| Three merry boys came out of the West
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220
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| Calm was the Evening
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220
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| There’s many a blinking Verse &c
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221
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| The Blacksmith[: Of all the Trades]
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225
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| Come my dainty doxes
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230
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| Come Imp Royal &c.
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231
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| The Wisemen [were but seven]
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232
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| How poor is his spirit, &c
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232
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| [Am] I am mad O noble Festus
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234
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| I dote I dote but am a fool &c.
|
237
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| Ladies I do here present
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240
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| The Combate of Cocks[: Go you tame Gallants]
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242
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| Come let’s frolick fill some Sack
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246
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| What is that you call a Maidenhead
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249
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| When Phœbus addrest &c.
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250
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| A Brewer may be a Burgess grave
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252
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| Oliver Oliver [take up thy crown]
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254
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| When I do travell in the night.
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255
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| Sir Eglamore [that valiant Knight]
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257
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| If none be offended &c
|
259
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| Come drawer and fill us &c
|
263
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| The Bulls feather[: It chanced not long ago]
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264
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| You talk of new England
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266
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| Come drawer turn about the Bowle
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268
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| Pray why should any man complain
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270
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| What an ass is he
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273
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| My masters give audience
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275
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| The Aphorismes of Galen
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277
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