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Moral.
Don't build up high, towards the sky,
Your palaces so airy ;
Or you’ll fall down, and smash your crown,
In some great kitchen “arey.”
Nor yet at night, whate'er your plight,
Don’t take “Hot Whisky-Toddy;”
Or when you sleep, night-mare may creep,
Upon your blessed body.
J. D.
BENSON AND BARLING, PRINTERS, WEYMOUTH
