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Joe Miller's JESTS.

JOE MILLER going with a friend one day along Fleet-ſtreet and ſeeing old Croſs the player, who was very deaf, and unwilling that any ſhould know it, on the other ſide of the way, told his friend he ſhould ſee ſome ſport; ſo beckoning Croſs with his finger, and ſtretching open his mouth as wide as ever he could as if he hallooed to him, though he ſaid nothing: the old fellow came puffing from the other ſide of the way What a pox do you make ſuch a noiſe for, do you think one can't hear?

Joe Miller another day ſitting in the window at the tavern in Clare-ſtreet, while a fith woman was paſſing by, crying. Buy my ſoal, buy my maids! Ah! you wicked creature, ſaid Joe, are you not content to ſell your own ſoul, but you muſt ſell your maids alſo.

A perſon of quality coming into a church where ſeveral of his anceſtors lay buried, after he had praiſed them very much for worthy men, Well, ſaid he, I am reſolved, if I live, to be buried as near them as poſſible.

One man told another, who uſed not to be clothed very often, that his new coat was too