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24 An owl's they might be now. What is it, asketh thou? Is't love, or is't ennui? 'Tis both at once, I vow.

 DIFFERENT THREATS.

 WHO'LL BUY CUPID?

all the wares so pretty That come into the city, There's none are so delicious, There's none are half so precious, As those which we are bringing. Oh, listen to our singing! Young loves to sell? young loves to sell! My pretty loves who'll buy?

First look you at the oldest, The wantonest, the boldest! 