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16 But when grown old. and can't do as before, She'll soon casheer, and turn me out of door.

a Pin.

Thcre's a little short gentleman, that wears the yellow trews, A durk bel w his doubin, for sticking of nis foes, Yet in this single pasture. where'er you do do him see, And if you offer voilence. he'll stab his durk in thee, He's wiser than the sluggard, or any drunken raul, By laying up his winter-store, that's quite averse to Gaul.

a Bee.

Between two woods I went away, and lightly load did run, Between two waters I came home, the same way I had gone; If that the woods had water turn'd, that would a wonder be, Yet both the water and the woods, came rolling home with me.

One going to the well with timber S aps.

A wide mouth, no eye? nor ears, No scorching flames I feel, I swallow more than may suffice, Full forty at a meal,

an Oven

Tho' of great are, I am kept in a cage, Having a long tail and one ear,