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LXXIV.

The greateſt travellers that e'er was known, by ſea or land, were mighty archers twain; No armour-proof, or fenced wall of ſtone, could turn their arrows, bulwarks are in vain. Thro' princes' courts, & kingdoms far & near, As well in foreign parts as Chriſtendom: But to the defarts they do ſeldom come. Death, the King of terrors, and Cupid, the God of love.

LXXV.

Cloſe in a cage a bird I keep, that ſings bath day and night, When other birds are faſt aſleep, its notes yield ſweet delight. A Clock.

LXXVI.

In pain was a 'Squire's daughter, ſhe hired a young man ſoon after, To give her a touch, tho' it was not much, her ſorrow was ſoon turn'd to laughter. A Maid whose knee was out of joint, a Doctor ſet it in, & she rejoiced.

LXXVII.

No teeth I have, and yet I bite! and when the bite is ſeen, According to my tender might, there is a mark of ſpleen. A Bush of Nettles.