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1046. TWILIGHT.

The twilight is no other thing, we say,
Than night now gone, and yet not sprung the day.


1047. FALSE MOURNING.

He who wears blacks, and mourns not for the dead,
Does but deride the party buried.
Blacks, mourning garments.


1048. THE WILL MAKES THE WORK; OR, CONSENT
MAKES THE CURE.

No grief is grown so desperate, but the ill
Is half way cured if the party will.


1049. DIET.

If wholesome diet can recure a man,
What need of physic or physician?


1050. SMART.

Stripes, justly given, yerk us with their fall;
But causeless whipping smarts the most of all.


1051. THE TINKER'S SONG.

Along, come along,
Let's meet in a throng
Here of tinkers;
And quaff up a bowl
As big as a cowl
To beer drinkers.