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LXXVIII.

Two brothers we are, great burdens we bear, by which we are bitterly preſt; In truth we may ſay, we are full all the day, but empty when we go to reſt.

A Pair of Shoes.

LXXIX.

An ufeful ſervant ſhe knows I am to her, (Tho', when miſplac'd, I cauſe a mighty ſtir;) My backſide is wood, my belly is good, My ribs they are lined with leather; My noſe is as braſs, with 2 holes in my arſe, And commonly us'd in cold weather.

Pair of Chamber Bellows.

LXXX.

A man, and no man, like fury laid on, Sir Green that was crowned in four, With Sir White and Sir Black, he ſtood to the tack, till all of them he did devour.

A Taylor eating a diſh of Cucumbers, ſerved up with peper, ſalt, & vinegar.

LXXXI

To eaſe men of their care, I do both rend and tear Their mother's bowels ſtill: Yet for it there is few That ſeem to take it ill. A Plough.