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N Old Fellow took a Boy Robbing his Orchard. Sirrah, (ays he) come down the Tree, and don’t Steal my Apples. The Lad never Minded him, but went on with his Work. Well (ays the Matter of the Grounds) they ay there are Charms in Herbs, as well as in Words, and o he threw a Handful of Gras at him, which was o Ridiculous, that the Young Thief took the Old Man to be Mop’d. But in Concluion, if Neither Words, nor Herbs will do, ays he, I’ll try what may be done with Stones; for they ay there’s Vertue in Them too; And that VVay he did his VVork.

S a Nightingale was Singing in a Buh, down comes a Racally Kite of a Sparrow-Hawk, and Whips her off the Bough: The Poor Wretch Pleaded for her elf, that alas! her Little Carcas was not worth the While, and that there were Bigger Birds enough to be found. Well, ays the Hawk, but am I o Mad d’ye think, as to Part with a Little Bird that I have,