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Rh the Pome of Honour and Quality. Twas [Wee] in the Perons of the Fih Wives and the Broom-Men [Wee] again in the Reolutions of Billingsgate, and Grub ireet, that took upon them to Precribe in Matters of Religion and Government. [Wee] won't loe our Religion, was the Cry of Every Ignorant Atheit. [Wee'l] tand up for our Properties was the Beggers Song that liv'd upon the Alms Basket. And [Wee] for our Liberties, cry the Slaves of All Times and Interets; Nay and None o treight Lac'd as Common Cheats upon the Topique of Concience. And o it was [Wee] again in the Name of the Multitade that did Every thing that was thought Worth the Doing. Now if the Dregs of the People will be Opening, and Crying [Wee] to Every thing; the Mobile has a Wide Mouth, and there’s No Stopping it. But the Arrogance of the Rabbles Auming at This Rate, is Nothing to the Meannes of their Superiors when they hall decend to keep uch Company; or to make ue of uch Tools or Engines. 'Tis not half o bad tor the Apples to cry [Wee] Hore-Turds, as it would be for Men of State, and Caball, to cry [Wee] Tinkers and Carr-Men. But This is a Suppoition, not to Enter o much as into the Thought of any Man of Sene or Honour. This Fable will alo bear as Edifying, and as Pertinent a Moral, in the Inverion, as it does the Other Way. Wee Rogues, on the One Hand, 1s Every jot as Emphatical, as Wee Princes, on the Other.



Other (ays a Mole to her Damm) Here's a Strange Smell Methinks. And then he was at it again, There's a Mulberry-Tree I perceive. And o a Third Time, What a Clattering of Hammers do I hear. Daughter ays the Old One, You have now quite Betray'd your elf; for I thought You had Wanted only One Sene, and now I find you want Three; for you can neither Hear nor Smell any more then you can See.

s are Naturally Falifyers, and the People of All Others that put their Shams the Wort together. Their Imperfections would not be Half o much taken Notice of, if their Own Vanity did not make Proclamation of them; As a Blind Lady that I knew, was never Well, but when he was Dicouring of Colours. ! Was a Word often in the Mouth of a Precie Dame, who her elf was as Common as the King’s High Way. I knew Another that was never without Lemmon Pill in her Mouth, to Correct an Una