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Rh In Fate's balance as it sways, Seldom is the cock at rest; Thou must either mount, or fall, Thou must either rule and win, Or submissively give in, Triumph, or else yield to clamour, Be the anvil or the hammer.

 OPEN TABLE.

a guest I'd see to-day, Met to taste my dishes! Food in plenty is prepared, Birds, and game, and fishes. Invitations all have had, All proposed attending. Johnny, go and look around! Are they hither wending?

Pretty girls I hope to see, Dear and guileless misses, Ignorant how sweet it is Giving tender kisses. Invitations all have had, All proposed attending. Johnny, go and look around! Are they hither wending?

Women also I expect, Loving toward their spouses, Whose rude grumbling in their breasts Greater love but rouses. Invitations they've had, too, All proposed attending. Johnny, go and look around! Are they hither wending? 