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Death, in stopping my breath Was unfair, you'll agree, Since I ne'er thought of Death Why should he think of me?

I own I hardly like it, though Such clouds of smoke you see me blow; In fact I should not care for it a bit, But that my husband has forbidden it: Therefore my smoking is incessant, To aggravate him—not because it's pleasant.

Women alone true tempters are to man, The devil cannot tempt as women can.

You wish to make a good round fortune? Well, Here's a receipt will bring you in much pelf— Buy Gilbert at his proper value: sell Him at the rate he estimates himself.