8 If thou bethecobler, ſaid the old man, that had the blinking eye, You've cobl'd me out of fifty pounds, pox on your policy: The uncle has perſuaded him, and ſo did all the gueſts; The old man fell a-laughing, and cri'd, I do confeſs, That I cannot be angry. and ſtraight theſe words did ſay, Come, do, call in the ſidler, and let's be merry.to-day. Thus we ſee the old and rich, are bit by policy For beauty, wit, and manners. beyond all riches be. Then, drink a health to the cobler, another to honeſt Sue, See every one take off his glaſs without any more ado.
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