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268 Of Nelly's pertness, Robin's leasings, And Sheridan's perpetual teazings. This box is cramm'd on every side With Stella's magisterial pride. Behold a cage with sparrows fill'd, First to be fondled, then be kill'd. Now to this hamper I invite you, With six imagin'd cares to fright you. Here in this bundle Janus sends Concerns by thousands for your friends: And here's a pair of leathern pokes, To hold your cares for other folks. Here from this barrel you may broach A peck of troubles for a coach. This ball of wax your ears will darken, Still to be curious, never hearken. Lest you the town may have less trouble in, Bring all your Quilca's cares to Dublin, For which he sends this empty sack; And so take all upon your back.

and Brent, Wherever they went, Ne'er minded a word that was spoken; Whatever