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Rh Her lips were red; and one was thin, Compar'd to that was next her chin (Some bee had stung it newly): But, Dick, her eyes so guard her face, I durst no more upon them gaze Than on the sun in July.

Her mouth so small, when she does speak, Thou'dst swear her teeth her words did break, That they might passage get; But she so handled still the matter, They came as geodgood [sic] as ours, or better, And are not spent a whit.

If wishing should be any sin, The parson himself had guilty been (She lookt that day so purely); And, did the youth so oft the feat At night, as some did in conceit, It would have spoil'd him surely.

Just in the nick the cook knockt thrice, And all the waiters in a trice His summons did obey: Each serving-man, with dish in hand, Marcht boldly up, like our train'd band, Presented, and away.

When all the meat was on the table, What man of knife or teeth was able To stay to be intreated? And this the very reason was— Before the parson could say grace, The company was seated.

The bus'ness of the kitchen's great, For it is fit that man should eat; Nor was it there deni'd— Passion o' me, how I run on! There's that that would be thought upon (I trow) besides the bride.

Now hats fly off, and youths carouse, Healths first go round, and then the house: The bride's came thick and thick; And, when 'twas nam'd another's health, Perhaps he made it hers by stealth; (And who could help it, Dick?)