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 Since oftentimes it has been found, A dream has given ten thousand pound? Then sleep, my friend; dear dean, sleep on, And all you get shall be your own; Provided you to this agree, That all you lose belongs to me.

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, about twelve at night, the punk Steals from the cully when he's drunk; Nor is contented with a treat, Without her privilege to cheat. Nor can I the least difference find, But that you left no clap behind. But, jest apart, restore, you capon ye, My twelve thirteens and sixpence ha'penny. To eat my meat, and drink my medlicot, And then to give me such a deadly cut — But 'tis observ’d, that men in gowns Are most inclin'd to plunder crowns. Could you but change a crown as easy As you can steal one, how 'twould please ye! I thought the lady at St. Catharine's Knew how to set you better patterns; For this I will not dine with Agmondisham And for his victuals let a ragman dish 'em. ODE