(8) (illegible text) I pray my honeſt neighbour, Your tid ng now retrais And I'll take care I'll never ſlave, In womens work again. All you wealthy Farmers, That heart my comedy, I pray you ſtick by your own work, Or cackold you will be, the farnier tryed the womens work Bu found his own the heft. So never be angry at your wives When they fit down to tell,
LOVE, DRINK AND DEBT. I'lave been in love, and in debt, and in drink And the le are plan esetegh I thould think For any pro mortal to bear 'Twae made me fall into drink, And drink mare me fai u to debt And t'ogh I have forged and flrove, Iemut get opt of sticia yet There's nothing but rponey can cure mc, Audid me of all my pain : 'Twill pay al my debts, and remove all, my le And my muftr, is that cannot esdue me, wa I've me, and love me 640, (again Toen, thien Ithal Fall to y loving and drinkis FINIS.
