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3 Pleasant growing in a bed, With complexion white and red, The fairest ladies in the land, Desires to have me in their hand.

A Strawberry.

A maid in very seat attire, Was occupied by the fire, She took a thing and put it too, It was so limber 'twould not do, She try'd again, it did not miss, Ah, quoth she, I'm glad of this.

A Maid threading a Needle.

Of shape but mean of colour sad, out of my native soil I came, I then did think y keeper mad, for doing me did or blame; A scarlet then I did present We gave my keeper good content.

A Lobster.

With my smoke sore rent, my back sore beat, I pl n was by might, A slippery min, with gone intent, thrust hard and weat in right.

Kneeding Dough.

Its hairless head is rough and knobby, Its skin is black, it is its body; The master and it hand in hand, 'Tis us'd in secret as command

A Dark Lantern;

An ladies count my beauty bright, Though I am band and have no sight,