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A Key.

In times of old, as Scripture doth record, Liv'd one who never die offend the Lord, he truth he spoke and ne'er did sin commit, Yet in leaven he shall never sit.

Balaam's Ass

Twenty four I do contain, They change to thousands in the main, Fair ladies court me, and di pute By me, a'tho' myself am mute.

The Alphabet.

There is a thing without a head, Hath no heart, yet hath a tongue, Buried e'er it was made, Loud doth speak, yet is dead.

A Bell that is cast in the ground:

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 brace, drank her blood out of her skull, and made a candle of her grease.

I saw three sturdy rows oppose a round thick dwarf, yet he Did with them in such fury close, that none of them went free: