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 17 The Trial of Dull Witts.

My mouth it is round, and when joys abound,

O then I ſing wonderful clear.

A Bill in a Steeple, the rope, the tail,

the wheel, the car.

The greateſt travellers that e'ér was known,

By ſea or land, were mighty archers ſwain,

No armour-proof, or fenced wall of ſtone,

Could turn their arrows, bulwarks are in vain.

Thro' princes counts, and kingdoms far & near,

As well in foreign parts as Chriſtendom :

But to the defeats they do ſeldom come.

Death the king of terrors, and Cupid

the god of love.

Cloſe in a Cage a bird I keep,

That ſings both day and night,

When other birds are faſt aſleep,

Its notes yield ſweet delight.

A Clock.

In pain was a 'ſquire's daughter,

She hired a young man ſoon after,

To give her a touch, tho' it was not much,

Her ſorrow was ſoon turn'd to laughter.

A Maid whoſe knee was out of joint, a

Doctor ſet it in, and ſhe rejoiced.

No teeth I have, and yet I bite,

and when the bite is ſeen,

According to my tender might,

there is a mark of ſpleen.

A Bush of Nettles.

Two brothers we are, great burdens we bear,

by which we are bitterly preſt,

In truth we may ſay, we are full all the day,

but empty when we go to reſt.

Pair of Shoes.