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church your grandsire cut his throat: To do the job, too long he tarry'd: He should have had my hearty vote, To cut his throat before he marry'd.

'M not the grandson of that ass Quin; Nor can you prove it, Mr. Pasquin. My grand dame had gallants by twenties, And bore my mother by a 'prentice. This when my grandsire knew, they tell us he In Christ church cut his throat for jealousy. And, since the alderman was mad you say, Then I must be so too, ex traduce.

N youth exalted high in air, Or bathing in the waters fair, Nature to form me took delight, And clad my body all in white, My