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  ::Without a mind, tho’ all in one,
 * I’d value not a feather;
 * Good humour is the chain alone,
 * That links them all together.

Then fix not alone on a beautiful face,
 * For what could you do with a fair little shrew,

Whose tongue with your patience would never keep pace?
 * You ne’er could new mould her, for worse when she’s older,

You’d in vain seek the mind in a beautiful face.
 * ’Tis not the face, &c.

COME hither, ye belles, aye and likewise ye beaus,
 * Come hither, and mind what I have to express,

’Tis the way to get married I mean to disclose,
 * A way of some moment you all must confess.

Physicians, its known, for advice claim a fee,
 * But I, oh! I’m not by self interest carried,

And so you are welcome to my recipe,