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26 He that would thus refine on thee, And turn thy stage into a school, The jest of Punch will ever be, And stand confest the greater fool.

HUS spoke to my lady the knight full of care, "Let me have your advice in a weighty affair. This Hamilton's bawn, while it sticks in my hand, I lose by the house what I get by the land; But how to dispose of it to the best bidder, For a barrack or malthouse, we now must consider. "First, let me suppose I make it a malthouse, Here I have computed the profit will fall t' us; There's nine hundred pounds for labour and grain, I increase it to twelve, so three hundred remain; A handsome addition for wine and good cheer, Three dishes a day, and three hogsheads a year; With a dozen large vessels my vault shall be stor'd; No little scrub joint shall come on my board; And you and the dean no more shall combine To stint me at night to one bottle of wine; " Nor