| Now I am merrier [i.e. married] Sir John
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280
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| I have reason to fly thee
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281
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| I have the fairest Non-perel
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283
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| Are you grown so melancholly
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286
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| Sublimest discretions have climb’d &c
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288
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| A pox on the Jaylor
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289
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| My lodging is on the cold ground
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290
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| From the fair Lavinian shore
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291
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| Fetch me Ben Johnsons scull &c.
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293
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| Now that the spring &c.
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296
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| Of all the sports in the world
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296
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| The wily wily Fox
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300
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| She lay all naked &c
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300
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| Some wives are good &c
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301
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| Call George again
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304
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| Pox take your Mistris
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304
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| The Answer[: I pray thee, Drunkard,]
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306
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| She that will eat her breakfast
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308
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| St. George for England [: Why should we, &c.]
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309
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| Arthur of Bradley [Saw you not Pierce]
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312
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| On the Oxford Jeasts [: I tell thee, Kit,]
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317
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| There were three Cooks in Colebrook
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318
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| The Blacksmith [: Of all the Sciences]
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319
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| When Ise came first to London Town
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323
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| The merry good fellow [: Why should we not laugh]
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326
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| The Rebels Reign [: Now we are met]
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326
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| Have you observ’d the wench in the street
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332
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| A new Medley [: Let the trumpet sound]
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333
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| Shew a Room shew a Room &c.
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