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 To chuse your Baker, think, and think again
(You'll scarce One Honest Baker find in Ten:)
Adust and bruis'd, I've often seen a Pye,
In Rich Disguise and Costly Ruin lie,
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$While pensive Crust beheld its Form o'erthrown,
Exhausted Apples griev'd, their Moisture flown,
And Syrup from the Sides ran trickling down.

 O be not, be not tempted, Lovely Nell,
While the hot-piping Odours strongly smell,
While the delicious Fume creates a Gust,
To lick th' o'erflowing Juice, or bite the Crust.
You'll rather stay (if my Advice may Rule)
Until the Hot's corrected by the Cool;
'Till you've infus'd the luscious Store of Cream,
And chang'd the Purple, for a Silver Stream;

'Till