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11 The Trial of Dull Witts.

s yellow as gold, yet gold 'tis none;

s green as graſs, yet graſs 'tis none;

s prickly as thorn, yet thorn 'tis none,

low tell me what is it then John.

A furze that beareth flowers.

held up a ſtone to a white bone,

With face to face, turn'd up its arſe,

and ay as it roſe, I got the doſe.

One drinking out of a fone bottle.

the bed it ſtands, in the bed it lies,

s lofty neb looks to the ſkies,

The bigger it is, the goodwife loves't better :

The pluck't & ſuck't it, till her eyes did water,

she took it in her hand, and ſaid it was good,

ut it in her belly, and it ſtirr'd up her blood.

An Onion.

have a knack upon my knee,

and in the midſt a hole there be,

orth came a young man, luſty and ſtrong,

nd put in a thing two handfuls long.

A Maid who had a ſheath, and a young

man put a knife into it.

Sarah, Aa' Mary, I love them both well , the name of my ſwcetheart unto you I tell:

was neither Sarah nor Mary,

come tell me quickly, and do not tarry.

The Maid's name was Ann.

went, and I knew not where,

I met, and I knew not whom,

and I got the thing I'll never forget,

and yet I came a maiden home.

A Child going to be Baptised.