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MAXIM. Bad Habits are easier conquered Today than Tomorrow.

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What lazy Rogues were these to lie in Bed so long; I dare say they have no Cloths to their

Backs; for laziness clothes a Man with rags.

HE Sow came in with the Saddle,

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The little Pig rock'd the Cradle,
The Dish jump'd a top the Table;
To see the Pot wash the Ladle ;
The Spit that stood behind a Bench
Call'd the Dishcloth a dirty Wench:

Ods plut, says the Gridiron,

Can't ye agree?

I'm the Head Constable,

Bring 'em to me.

NOTE. If he acts as Constable in this Case, the Cock must surely be the Justice of Peace.

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And she sold Puddings and Pies

She went to the Mill

And the Dust flew into her Eyes;

Hot pies

And cold pies to sell,

Wherever she goes

You may follow her by the Smell.

MAXIM. Either say nothing of the Absent, or speak like a Friend.

WE'RE three Brethren out of Spain

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Come to court your Daughter Jane;
My Daughter Jane she is too young,
She has no skill in flattering Tongue.

Be she young or be she old,

It's for Gold she must be sold;

So fare you well, my Lady gay,

We must return another Day.

MAXIM. Riches serve a wise Man, and govern a fool.

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HERE were two Blackbirds sat on a Hill,

The one was named Jack,

The other nam'd Gill.

Fly away, Jack,

Fly away, Gill;
Come again, Jack,

Come again, Gill.

MAXIM. A Bird in the Hand is worth two in the Bush.

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ERE'S A, B, and C,

D, E, F, and G,

H, I, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q,

R, S, T, and U,

W, X, Y, and Z.

And here's the child's Dad

Who is sagacious and discerning,

And knows this is the font of Learning.

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ICKERY, Dickery Dock;

The Mouse ran up the Clock;

The Clock struck one,

The Mouse ran down,

Dickery, Dickery Dock.

MAXIM. Time stays for no Man.

OYS and Girls come out to play,

BOY

The Moon does shine as bright as day;
Come with a Hoop, and come with a Call,
Come with a good will, or come not at all.
Loose your Supper, and loose your Sleep,
Come to your Playfellows in the Street.

P the Ladder and down the Wall,

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A Halfpenny Loaf will serve us all.
But when the Loaf is gone, what will you do?
Those who would eat, must work 'tis true.

MAXIM. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.

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There is much more in this Song, on a cold frosty Night, than ever the Syrens were possessed

of, who captivated Ulysses; and the Effect sticks closer to the Ribs.

Huggleford on Hunger.

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