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14 'Tis heard both east, west, north and south, a mile or two all round.

A Bell in a Steeple.

Young Jenny she called to a lusty stout lad, And told him that under her apron she had A delicate toy, that was lovely and rare, [there. And if he would not hurt her, he might stick a pin

Pin-Cushion.

The My lore four sisters ran a race, And each did strive to mend their pace, Not one the other could o'ertake, Although they strove great haste to make.

It is the Sails of a Wind-Mill.

It lives in a study and knows not a letter, Coversing with authors, yet never the better, For though it lives among Latin and Greek, Yet none of these languages e'er it could speak.

I is a mouse in a study.

My lady chanc'd to get a fall, when riding to a fair, Which did discover to them all a place o'ergrown with hair, Then blushing, up she got with speed, and cover'd all between her feet.

Her Commode fell from her head,

I have no legs, yet I can run apace, My followers are in the self same case, Whoever smites me, away with him run I, And leave behind the rest of the company, Their odds by me still divided, Their matter differs yet when they're decided;