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 'Tis true dear Sister, there are some that now Are come to this perfection, and I trow We may in time grow up to be as they, Grant us, ah Laud, that we may see that day; Let's ith' mean time at home and eke abroad, Uncloath and unbrace our selves before the Laud, On all occasions that time shall yield, That our dear Sisters dream may be fulfill'd. Why did not Jacob dream, and so it was; And Pharoah dreamt, and so it came to pass. Then Dorcas cry'd, reach me the Cheese up hither; Sister, quoth she, give this unto our Brother, 'Tis very good, if well wash'd down with Sack, His wasted spirits much refreshing lack. Recruited thus, All this good chear, quoth he, Is but an Emblem of Mortality. The Oxe is strong, and glories in his strength, Yet him the Butcher knocks down, and at length We eat him up. A Turkey's very gay, Like worldly people clad in fine array; Yet on the Spit it looks most piteous, And we devour it, as the Worms eat us. Then full of sawce and zeal up steps Elnathan, [This was his name now, once he had another, Untill the Ducking-pond made him a Brother] A Deacon and a Buffeter of Sathan: Truly, quoth he, I know a Brother dear, Would gladly pick the bones of what's left here; Nay he would gladly pick your pockets too Of a small two pence, or a groat, or so, The sorry remnants of a broken shilling; Therefore I pray you friends be not unwilling. As for my self, 'tis more than I do need, To be charitable both in word and deed; For as to us, the holy Scriptures say, The Deacons must receive, the Lay-men pay. Why Heathen folks that do in Taverns stray, Will never let their friends the reckning pay; And