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Take down thy proudly swelling sails,
And rub thy teeth, and pare thy nails:
At nicely carving show thy wit;
But ne'er presume to eat a bit:
Turn every way thy watchful eye,
And every guest be sure to ply:
Let never at your board be known
An empty plate, except your own.
Be these thy arts; nor higher aim
Than what befits a rural dame.
But Cloacina, goddess bright.
Sleek —— claims her as his right:
And Smedley, flower of all divines,
Shall sing the dean in Smedley's lines.

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TWELVE ARTICLES.

	I.	Lest it may more quarrels breed,
		I will never hear you read.
	II.	By disputing, I will never,
		To convince you once endeavour.
	III.	When a paradox you stick to,
		I will never contradict you.
	IV.	When I talk, and you are heedless,
		I will show no anger needless.
	V.	When your speeches are absurd,
		I will ne'er object a word.
	VI.	When you furious argue wrong,
		I will grieve, and hold my tongue.

VII.