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398 His rump well pluck'd with nettles stings, And claps the brood beneath his wings. The feather'd dupe awakes content, O'erjoy'd to see what God had sent; Thinks he's the hen, clocks, keeps a pother, A foolish foster-father-mother. Such, lady Mary, are your tricks; But since you hatch, pray own your chicks.

ERE bribes convince you whom to choose, The precepts of lord Coke peruse: And let like him your member be: First, take a man that's free from gall; For elephants have none at all: In flocks or parties he must keep; For elephants live just like sheep: Stubborn in honour he must be; For elephants ne'er bend the knee: Last, let his memory be sound, In which your elephant's profound; That old examples from the wise May prompt him in his Noes and Ies. Thus