| Roome for the best of Poets Heroick
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100
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| I tell thee Dick where I have been
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101
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| How happy is the prisoner &c.
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107
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| I met with the divel in the shape of a Ram
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109
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| The world’s a bubble &c
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110
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| The Proctors are two and no more
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111
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| My Mistris whom in heart &c.
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113
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| Tis not the Silver nor Gold
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115
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| After so many sad mishaps
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118
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| Come lets purge our brains
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121
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| What though the [ill] times
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124
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| Lay by your pleading [Law lies, &c.]
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125
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| I am a bonny scot
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127
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| I’ll tell thee a story &c.
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131
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| I’ll go no more to the old Exchange
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134
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| Lets call and drink the Celler [dry]
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138
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| There is [a] lusty Liquor
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140
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| Three merry lads met at the Rose
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143
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| Of all the Recreations which
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[146]
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130
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| Tom and Will were shepherds
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149
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| Wake all you dead what O
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[151]
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131
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| There [is] a certain idle kind of creature
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[152]
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155
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| The Bow Goose[: The best of Poets, &c.]
|
153
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| News[:] White Bears, &c
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[159]
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153
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| We seamen are the bonny boys
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162
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| My Mistris is in Musick passing, &c
|
163
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| When the Chill charakoe blows
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164
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| Now thanks to the powers below
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166
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| A maiden of late &c
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170
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