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 7 The Trial of Dull Witts.

What force and ſtrength can ſcarce get thro',

That with a touch I ſoon can do:

Many in the streets would lie,

Were I not their friends and nigh.

A Key.

In times of old, as Scripture doth record,

Liv'd one, who never did offend the Lord.

The truth he ſpoke, and ne'er did ſin commit,

Yet in heaven he ſhall never fit.

Balaam's Afs.

Twenty-four I do contain,

They change to thouſands in the main !

Fair ladies court me, and diſpute

By me, altho' myſelf am mute.

The Alphabet.

There is a thing without a head,

Hath no heart, yet hath a tongue,

Buried e'er it is made,

Loud doth ſpeak, yet is dead.

A Bell that is caſt in the ground.

fat on my love, and I drank of my love,

and my love ſhe gave me light;

I'll give any man a pint of wine,

To gueſs my queſtion right.

A man that murdered his wife, and made

a chair of her bones, drank her blood out

of her ſcull, and made a candle of her greeſe.

ſaw three ſturdy rows oppoſe

a round thick dwarf, yet he

Did with them in ſuch fury cloſe,

that none of them want free;