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Many in the ſtreets would lie, Were I not their friend, and nigh. A Key.

XXIX.

In times of old, as Scripture doth record, Liv'd one who never did offend the Lord: The truth he ſpoke, and ne'er did ſin commit, And yet in heaven he ſhall never ſit. Baleam's Ass.

XXX.

Twenty four I do contain, They change to thouſands in the main! Fair Ladies court me, and diſpute By me, altho' myſelf am mute. The Alphabet.

XXXI.

There is a thing without a head, Hath no heart, yet hath a tongue, Buried e'er it is made, Loud doth ſpeak, yet is dead. A Bell that is caſt in the ground.

XXXII.

I ſat on my love, and I drank of my love, And my love ſhe gave me light; I'll give any man a pint of wine, To gueſs my queſtion right.

A Man that murdered his Wife, and made a Chair of her bones, drank her blood out of ker Scull, and made a Candle of her grease.