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You've talents great For church or state, I often hear, But don't be vain, Wise men are plain, And meek, my dear.

When thought asleep, I sometimes peep My cradle o'er, And slily turn My ear and learn Some curious lore.

A doctor grave, Who lives can save, I thus espied; And when Nurse blam'd And loudly sham'd    All babes who cried,