I say be clever, e her now or never, it's a rapture of love which doe me move, I'll have a wife, or by my life if she should be blind and cripple, I'll se'l my win' for her meat and sun, the like ne'er gade do an her thrapple: so now Bessy I love you, my love lies npon you: and if you love me not again, some ill chance come upon you, as Im flyting free, I'm both in love and banter, or may your rumple rust for me. I've sworn it by my chanter
THE END.
The QUAKER and CLOWN a WONDERFUL TALE.
A Certain clown, named Roger, loved the chimney corner so much better than a church pew, that he constantly passed his Sundays in i. It was so long since he had attended divine service that he scarce remembered the colour of the parson's cassock. His wife, who heartily wished his absence was more frequent, took occasion one day to represent to him in the most emphatica manner what a heinous ⟨crime⟩ it was to neglect divine service. She he'd forth so long and so loud on this head, that he, tired by her arguments, determined to leave his beloved seat with un intent on to go to church. He went accordingly from home; but happening in his way to the church to see the door of the quaker's
