| Ne’er trouble thy ſelf at the times
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| Three merry boys came out of the Weſt
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| Calm was the Evening
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| There’s many a blinking Verſe &c.
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| The Blackſmith
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| Come my dainty doxes
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| Come Imp Royal &c.
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| The Wiſemen
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| How poor is his ſpirit &c.
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| I am mad O noble Feſtus
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| I dote I dote but am a fool &c.
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| Ladies I do here preſent
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| The Combate of Cocks
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| Come let’s frolick fill ſome Sack
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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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| Oliver Oliver
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| When I do travell in the night
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| Sir Eglamore
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| If none be offended &c.
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259
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| Come drawer and fill us &c.
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| The Bulls feather
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| You talk of new England
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| Come drawer turn about the Bowle
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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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