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 threw his Lordship quite down the stairs, which made the host send the drawer to see what was the matter.— He brought word back again, Nothing, but Yea and Nay has kicked G—d d—n down stairs. So the Quaker kept his ground, and his Lordship took another room.

A woman's love is like a Syrian flower,

That buds and spreads, and withers in an

hour.

Lo! here's the bride, and there's the tree,

Take which of them best like the thee.

The bargain's bad on either part,

The woman's worst drive on the cart.

Were women little as they're good

A peascod would make them gown and hood.

Wedding and hanging destinies dispatch,

Tho' hanging seems the better match. The