And few can vie with her black eye, But yours may be so too, sir. Indeed it may, My Molly dear now came in, Whilst love my heart infiaminf?; Her mother said, the lad's afraid His passion you'll be blaming. I'm sure you w/ll, Cried Moll, you stupid rash cub, Do you think I'd marry such a serub.? Y?r hopes desist--and with her fist, She rolled me in the mash-tub. Indeed she. did!,O lord! she d/ds THE MARYEV,?OUS WELL. s?oRY them FUnS Of a marvellous well, Florence i?amed citys (as travellers tell, To St. Agnes devoted, And very much noted, charms in its waters that dwell all new married couples, the story thus goes. drinks first of the spring them that Be it husband or wife, That one shall fOF life .'?he other a yoke of subjection impose. Claude led Claudinc.to church as his brides hard knot in a twinkling was tied? But the clerk's nassal twang, "Amen," scarce had rang, the bridegroom eloped from his good woman's side? I'Ve a hare from the hounds, started he, the we!I,---dropping plump o? his kne?;
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