| A World that’s full of Fools and Mad-men,
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| Astutus Constabularius,
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| Amor est Pegma,
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| Abroad as I was walking, I’spy’d
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| A Pedlar proud as I heard tell,
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| A Young Man and a Maid,
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| All own the Young Sylvia is
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261
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| A Swain in despair,
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262
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| As I came down the hey Land Town,
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275
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| A Jolly young Grocer of London Town,
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286
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| As it befel upon one time,
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289
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| A Taylor good Lord, in the Time of Vacation,
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292
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| A Comely Dame of Islington,
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| Ah! how happy’s he,
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303
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| A Little Love may prove a Pleasure,
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307
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| At the Change as I was a walking,
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324
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| All you that must take a leap in the Dark,
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327
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| Alphonzo, if you Sir,
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339
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| A Worthy London Prentice,
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342
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| At the break of Morning light,
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357
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| B
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| Belinda’s pretty, pretty pleasing Form
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11
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| Blush not redder than the Morning,
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195
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| Banish my Lydia these
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203
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| Beauty, like Kingdoms not for one,
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| Beneath a cool Shade Amaryllis
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270
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| Boasting Fops who court the Fair,
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314
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| C
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| Come here’s a good Health,
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8
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| Cupid make your Virgins tender,
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17
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| Corinna I excuse thy Face,
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34
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| Chloe found Love for his Psyche
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49
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| Coy Belinda may discover,
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52
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| Corinna ’tis you that I love,
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54
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| Come buy my Greens and Flowers,
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124
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| Cælia’s bright Beauty all others transcend,
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| Come from the Temple, away to the Bed,
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| Come all that are dispos’d
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| Chloris, can you
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