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Wit Reſtor’d.
O yonder is my ſiſter that drowned mee.
with, &c.
with, &c.
Now pay the miller for his payne,
with, &c.
And let him bee gone in the divels name.
with, &c.
with, &c.
And let him bee gone in the divels name.
with, &c.
Mr. Smith, to Tom Pollard, and Mr. Mering.
My hearty commendations firſt remembred
To Tom, & Robbin tall men, and well timberd
Hoping of both your welfares, and your bliſſe
Such as my ſelfe enjoy’d when I wrote this;
Theſe are to let you underſtand and know,
That love will creepe there where it cannot go
And that each morning I doe drink your healths
After our Generalls, & the Commonwealths;
For nothing is more fatall then diſorder
Eſpecially now Leſly’s on the Border;
That done we gather into Rankes and files,
That a farre off we look like greeat wood piles;
And then we practiſe over all our knacks
With as much eaſe as men make Almanacks,
To Tom, & Robbin tall men, and well timberd
Hoping of both your welfares, and your bliſſe
Such as my ſelfe enjoy’d when I wrote this;
Theſe are to let you underſtand and know,
That love will creepe there where it cannot go
And that each morning I doe drink your healths
After our Generalls, & the Commonwealths;
For nothing is more fatall then diſorder
Eſpecially now Leſly’s on the Border;
That done we gather into Rankes and files,
That a farre off we look like greeat wood piles;
And then we practiſe over all our knacks
With as much eaſe as men make Almanacks,
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