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 My uog and my miftrefs are both of a kind, p. 93

Madam, you know my trade is war, 1 19

Once the Gods of tl." - 14

Oh ! Greedy Midas. I have been told, 63

On Richmond hiil there live*alafs - 64

O fawncy, why leav'ft thou thy Nelly to mourn, 69

One midfummer morning, 94

O you, whole lives on land are pais'd, 101

O dear, what can the matter be, 1 J 'Z

Says Plato, why fhould man be vain, 7

Since you mean to hire for fervice, - 46

Sweet Poll of Plymouth was my dear, - tO

See the courfe throng'd with gazers, - 89

See the ball-room thick crowded, - yo

Sweet is the (hip that s under way, - 111

The foes of old England,

The wealthy fool with gold in ftore, 8

The topfail fhivers in the wind, 9

The wand'ring failor ploughs the main, - 10

The dulky night rides down the fky, 13

The echoing horn calls the fportfman abroad, 17

'Tw is at the gate ot CaLib, Hogarth tells, 23

The fields were green, the hiils wen ^9 To Anacreon in heaven, where he (at in full g'ee, 31 T.nere was an old man, and tho* it's not common, 33

The bird that he^rs her neltlings cry, 40

The >.7Rc-I rofy morning peeps over the hill> 42 The whittling ploughiwn hails thcblulljing dawn, 47

'Twas when the fc-as wei v 50

The bufy crew their fails unbending, - 54

To my mule give attention, 61

The mind of a wom*n can never be knc 70

The fumnier it waj> Iniu-.. 78

'Twas

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